Confessions from a “Like” Whore

In a recent FromThe108 podcast After-Show on YouTube we took a rare question, it was from our guy Haze.  The question was “What have we learned this year about our podcast/blog/hijinx partners, the other 108ers?”  The video from that After Show is embedded below and is worth a watch as it’s a rare chance to catch us talking candidly about each other.

In that discussion, the fellas noted both that I enjoy twitter chaos and that I tend to not give much of a fuck about negative opinions of my thoughts / takes / blog posts.  One thing that wasn’t mentioned in this video, however, was something that MSS brought up to me over the past few months and Chorizy vehemently agrees……

“BeefLoaf is a “LIKE” Whore”

I’m addicted to twitter “Likes”.  I’m ashamed to say it, but the first step in addressing problem behavior is first admitting you have a problem.  It’s true.  When I toss out a fire tweet (or what I think is a fire tweet), I can’t help but check twitter over and over to see if anyone liked it.  I’ll refresh it like I was trying to crack the Ticketmaster algorithm to get tickets to Lollapalooza or some shit.  Oh and if I tweet at you about something, something specific, where I am thinking I am being really fucking clever, well you bet your ass I’m checking back all day to see if you gave it the GOD. DAMN. LIKE. IT. DESERVES!

Blog posts are even worse, I’ll toss them out there early in the morning, let’s say on a Tuesday morning or something, when I’m really fucking hopped up on coffee (which probably doesn’t help) and then I’ll keep refreshing both Twitter and WordPress to see the amount of views and likes.  I thirst for the interactions like a recent parolee thirsts for……well….you know.

I just fucking love the dopamine rush!!  It’s like a drug (wait, it is a drug, right?).  There’s nothing like strangers and loose personal associates approving of my cleverness to make me feel worth as a person.  Nothing like random strangers reflexively clicking buttons on their phones to make me realize how cool I am.

Mind you, none of this really has to do with verification of some analysis or thought process that I am floating out into the world. I haven’t the slightest bit of desire to confirm you agree with me. I’d rather have you deem me DUMB ASS than DISINGENUOUS.  I have no lust for being RIGHT ABOUT SOMETHING (that’s repugnant), no way, this is much more surface level, LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME! Type shit.

So, PLEASE……READ, LIKE, COMMENT, wouldya?

-BeefLoaf