#2. "Favorite" Tweets on Twitter
I don't know about you, but in the last year, I've really gotten into Twitter. Oh, I'm sorry, I should have warned you. Are you all like totally sexually aroused right now? Yeah, sorry. But it's true. I like it because it's not the time suck of Facebook, and if you use it the way I do, you don't have tons of stuff you don't care about clogging up your feed. Babies, graduation, new car? Who cares? I pretty much only follow comedy writers and normal people who amuse me for free, so multiple times a day, I can scroll through my phone and see what's going on in the world via Twitter jokes without having to deal with the news media's crap.
Well, as any of you who tweet know, pretty soon you develop little Twitter buddies and you tweet back and forth to each other, perhaps riffing on some topic. And when you really like something someone's tweeted, you retweet it so all your followers can see how funny your little Twitter buddy is.
And then something terrible happens. They tweet something back to you that's just awful and unfunny. Sure, you could just not respond. Pretend it never happened. After all, what's one tweet not responded to? Yeah, I can't. It makes me feel super oogly.
"Oogly" not technically a word yet, but fingers crossed!
My Ridiculous Solution:
Well, y'see, Twitter also allows you to "favorite" or "star" tweets. No one really sees who you star, and if you star something instead of retweeting it, then you're not exposing your followers to the other person's lame joke. Yes, often people (including me) star things they genuinely like, but that doesn't mean it can't be used in a pretend way -- to slowly back out of an awkward conversation while appearing to be smiling. And if you write about this practice in a widely read publication, it has the added bonus of making everyone you've ever starred feel super uncomfortable! Which is only fair, I guess, because when someone favorites my tweet instead of retweeting it, I feel like the girl guys deny having sex with to their friends.
#1. Lose All Peripheral Vision for Inconsiderate Drivers
When I'm driving and I see a car desperately trying to change lanes or enter a road, I always ask myself what would Jesus do. Then I crash, because it's virtually impossible to steer a car while pretending to be crucified. The point is, I try to be a considerate driver. I don't accelerate to prevent people from entering lanes. I let cars go ahead of me if I'm approaching a red light anyway. I don't ride up the shoulder, pass 20 cars in traffic and then try to wedge myself in. I'm the same sweet swell guy on the road that I am on Cracked.com, where everyone loves me and no one thinks I'm an asshole ... right, guys?
Are you sneering at me with ... love?
Anyway, not everyone on the road is as awesome as I am. Indeed, lots of people try to force their cars into places they don't deserve to be through intimidation. Like the dude who deliberately gets in the lane everyone's merging out of before zipping up to the very end of the merge and then weaseling his way back into line. Or the dude who plays that same game at toll booths. Or the driver who aggressively forces himself anywhere, daring you to crash into him in order to get what he wants.
My Ridiculous Solution:
Now listen up, because this trick is very complicated. It's called "don't look at the guy." When confronted with douchetastic drivers, I get insanely confrontational. Probably because few things bother me more than someone's selfish belief to entitlement.
Yes, getting my leg caught in a bear trap is one of those few things.
So, yeah, I don't give an inch. I will aggressively ride the back bumper of the car in front of me, slamming the door on some douche trying to get something they don't deserve by intimidation. But of course, I can't actually look at them. My neck is locked. My vision is fixed. The blinders are on. Risk damage to my car in the interest of preserving vehicular justice? You bet. Eye contact? Never!
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