Oh, Relax

I’ve been trying to figure out what is it about you that irritates me, and more importantly, why.

I realize it’s not you; it’s your trying too hard.

You are not alone in being lonely; I get that. We all do. (Boy, do we all.) But most of us suffer in quiet desperation, or we quietly go about trying to lift ourselves out of our respective funks. When your tweets and status updates are composed mostly of aggressive self-help quotes, one wonders if, indeed, the lady doth protest too much.

So why is it irritating?

Part of it is the stench of desperation when trying hard. Flop sweat is never a wonderful sight.

Also, it’s the very public effort. I have a knee-jerk reaction to all things self-aggrandizement, but your efforts seem to go beyond convincing yourself; it’s almost as if you’re also trying to convince us that you are convinced. What for? We don’t need convincing. Push us some more and we end up not caring at all.

Such public displays of “I’m-okay-you’re-okay” is like online PDA; the amount of online cheese and mush is directly proportional to the size of the train wreck that follows.