Facebook Enablers

In addiction, there are enablers. On Facebook, there are the commenters. No matter what you do on Facebook, there’s somebody who will tell you that you’re right.

Get engaged.

Get married.

Have a kid.

Buy a house.

Get a divorce.

Adopt a puppy.

Move to Prague.

No matter what you do, you probably have an aunt who’ll congratulate you on it. It doesn’t matter how well they know you, or if they really believe what you’re doing is a good idea. It’s as if they only live to blindly support others in their endeavors. There might not be any real harm in it, but something about them still seems insidious, like little devils on the shoulders of everyone with a social media account.

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A List of People Who Can Go to Hell Now That I Can't Have Elizabeth Warren

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People You Know Are More Important Than People You Don't Know

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