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It's kind of scary how we can become enslaved to the 'statistics' on social media. Maybe humans (or some of us at least) have this mentality to compare and compete, and these little hearts and number of 'likes' on our Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/... posts have somehow become a benchmark for comparing our lives. And for what? I need to keep telling myself this so I won't go insane and obsessed.

So I was sabotaged by my block mates to go on stage and perform a "talent" for a mini competition. I rapped and danced (ish) to Anaconda. It was so fun LOL. #do1thingeverydaythatscaresyou

Just because you're successful, that doesn't give you the rights to be condescending to other people. So something happened at work today. A man came up to me, showed me the seat that was reserved for him by his wife (on a crusty candybar phone inside a ziplock bag) which said "level 1, row 6 from the entrance, seat 9" (or something like that). Now to contextualise, UCC's seats are labeled from A to Z and AA to GG, and there are a total of 6 entrances on the first floor facing different sides. He asked me where the seat is. Since I was a bit slow at comprehending this encrypted code, I told him that yes, this was the entrance that you can go in, and the seat should be inside, yes this was the first floor, and the insider might help him finding the seat he was looking for. Granted, I was a bit slow and confused by the message, but all he did was being very agitated (he wasn't even late) and kept on interrupting when I was trying to explain that the message wa