Fainting

When you have typed and deleted almost eight sentences in a row, you realize, you are pretty close to being fucked. Thanks to the invention called a computer you do not have to feel guilty about tearing off paper after paper and throwing them all over and around the bin.

Going through the home page of your social networking site is nightmarish. You see lives of different people springing out in front of you.

495 people and their updates. 495 moods, 495 emotions, 495 statements.

They all play in front of your eyes like a montage of shots of a 1943 movie. From smiles to stares, from debates to dares, the more you scroll your page up and down, the more anxious you become. You palpitate. You become thirsty. You need a cool glass of water. You scream silently. You deactivate your account.

You reactivate. Nobody quite realized that you weren't around. There are too many updates to follow up with. One less only makes it simpler.