I promised myself I wouldn’t download TikTok.
Not because I thought I was too cool for the app, or even too old (although admittedly, 15-year-olds performing the ‘Renegade’ dance will instantly make you question that). It was because I knew if I made an account… I’d get addicted, and to quote the forever-memed Kimberly ‘Sweet Brown’ Wilkins, “Ain’t nobody got time for that.”
But then a global pandemic happened…and suddenly I had time for that.
The world came to an abrupt halt, and the little voice in my head convincingly sugar-coated the argument that ‘I wouldn’t be downloading the app as a consumer, but instead as a product designer deeply intrigued with analyzing the intricacies of the app’s user experience.’ …
An Instagram story. A stupid Instagram story.
That’s how I received the news about Kobe Bryant and the nine others victims who tragically passed from the helicopter crash heard around the world.
My girlfriend and I were casually enjoying our Sunday morning, when suddenly her eyes lit up with concern.
“Is this true?” she asked.
She quickly showed me her phone. On it was a screenshot of the TMZ article with the headline that till this day confuses my brain when I see it.
Of course my initial assumption was that it was a hoax. But just to be sure, I sprung up off the couch and grabbed my phone. When I saw the 100+ notifications I had missed, the reality of the situation sunk in. …
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