P.D.A., stay away

“As I went through my nightly routine: homework, consuming Diet Coke and browsing Facebook, I couldn’t help but get extremely annoyed as picture after picture and status after status popped up on my news feed detailing about the love of that person’s life, or lack thereof.”

As I went through my nightly routine: homework, consuming Diet Coke and browsing Facebook, I couldn’t help but get extremely annoyed as picture after picture and status after status popped up on my news feed detailing about the love of that person’s life, or lack thereof. Some things I will never understand, and posting pictures online for the world to see of yourself and your significant other swapping spit is on top of the list.

It’s called PDA for a reason, and just because you’re taking pictures behind closed doors and putting them online and not actually displaying your affection in a public setting doesn’t mean it doesn’t qualify as PDA. Now, I see nothing wrong with the occasional cheesy picture of faces scrunched side by side with love stricken smiles, because I’m just as guilty of those as any other person. It just gets ugly when you try to involve disgusting, sloppy kisses, because grandparents these days are becoming more and more technologically savvy. Chances are, if you don’t want your grandparents seeing you make-out with your boyfriend, your 576 Facebook friends don’t want to either.

As for the emotional, depressing or princesses and butterflies status updates, those are just as ridiculous as your PG-13 profile picture with your boyfriend/girlfriend. There is a Web site in which you can write poems, express your anger/happiness and just about anything you want to tell the world, and it is called blogspot.com. I understand your love of lyrics fellow Facebooker, but why you feel the need to constantly quote Taylor Swift or tell the world that you’ve only been apart from her for a couple of hours and want to be with her all the time and I quote, is beyond me. Good, great, we’re all so glad that your relationship is blossoming into a lovely, budding flower, but do you need to graphically paint with words your undying love for this person? The answer: no. The same goes for the disheartening, gloomy status updates that make everyone who reads them feel like drinking a bottle of wine by their self. I’m sorry your heart has been broken, or that you can’t seem to find the one right now, but really, come on. If you’re young and healthy enough to type out that depressing one line of information, you have enough reasons to be happy right then and there.

So, if nothing else, I hope this has inspired at least one person to delete a photograph or two and encouraged another to go out and enjoy your youthful, energetic years.