Cassie thought it was ridiculous
that I had to update my app, MapMyRun, before I could do a run. Like I started
running, I couldn’t get the app to work, so then I walked for about a half mile
while I updated the app and made sure it worked. I wasn’t going to tire myself
out running if it wasn’t getting logged in the app. It would be a complete
waste. I really only say something clever a couple times per week; thus I need
to immediately get to a keyboard in order to broadcast it over the internet. In
fact, people that I interact with in RL likely say “OMFG, you made that joke last
time I saw you, why are you repeating it on here?” Because it’s all I got.
Sure, I’m pretty bad now. But I
can’t imagine if I was smoking weed in the age of digital ubiquity. I didn’t even
have texting back then it was so long ago. I would have been taking pictures of
nuggz with my phone and posting them to Facebook or Instagram. I would be
wearing a floppy hat on Tinder and my profile would make clear that I’m only into
girls who are down with 420. I pointed out to Cassie how intolerable I would
have been if I was constantly “checking in” the different strains on some app
or taking pictures, and she reminded me that now I just post pictures of Joose.
“It’s actually way worse” she said. The only thing that pisses her off more
than my idiotic internet postings is when I turn the Karaoke Channel on On
Demand at home.
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