Popularity Pity Party

Growing up, I was too darn busy and too dang poor to play the popularity game.

Since wearing designer jeans and Izod sweaters was a “must” to be a part of the “in” group, I was obviously “out.” But that didn’t bother me… well, maybe not too much…

So why is it, that decades later, when it comes to social media, am I so desperate to be liked or pinned or shared or followed? Especially that being “shared” or “followed” bit…you know, there’s something a little wrong with that.


Seriously, why would any self-respecting, middle-aged woman obsess over her number of Instagram likes, Pinterest shares, YouTube subscribers, LinkedIn connections, Facebook likes/friends, Twitter likes/retweets, or WordPress likes/followers? Everytime those numbers tick up, I channel my inner Sally Field:

What. Is. Wrong. With. Me? When did I regress into an insecure pubescent desperate for affirmation? When did I become Jan Brady, who is always stuck in the shadow of Marcia, Marcia, Marcia:

And why, if I need to go back in time, can’t I at least get my teenage body and energy level back too?  IT’S JUST NOT FAIR!


Ah crap, now I am starting to sound like a teen too! Seriously, somebody smack me… This is just plain pitiful. I really need to get a like.. I mean a LIFE…

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