I Don’t Actually “Like” You

I am a typical college student, on pretty much every social media site you can think of. I have gone from someone who would check these sites every few minutes, to now dreading clicking these apps. Before I post anything I consider how many likes, or favorites I’ll receive. My life has become posting for what other people want to see, not what I enjoy posting. At least once a day I’ll hear from my friends, or someone passing by, “go like my picture”, or “go favorite my tweet”. Why has how many likes we get become the most important thing in our lives? If you are someone who will delete a picture if it gets less than 15 likes, you need to reevaluate your priorities in life. Does the number under our picture dictate how many people in daily life like us, and appreciate us. If I don’t like my best friend’s picture will she be mad at me?

Our generation has become obsessed with these numbers and I hate it. If I see your picture, I should not feel obligated to like it. I should have the freedom to scroll my newsfeed and observe what has happened that day. People should not rely on others likes on their information to make them feel good. My friend told me that she doesn’t like my instagram pictures because I never return the favor. Therefore, there have been many pictures, or status updates that I have liked, but I don’t actually like them. I click the button to make the person feel good, or because I know they liked my last picture.

I decided that I don’t care about my number anymore. I refuse to like something just to receive likes back. If I don’t like your picture, I’m not going to like it. But, if I don’t like your picture that doesn’t mean that I actually don’t like it. Maybe I just have better things to do then remember to click that button. I’ve decided to take a break from liking other people’s photos, and I’ll see how many of them actually continue to like mine. So next time you post a photo, don’t expect me to like it.

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