Again and again and again AND AGAIN AND AGAIN- AGAIN- AGAIN- AGAIN- AGAIN- OVER AND OVER AND OVER. WHY MUST I, A HEALTHY MEMBER OF MODERN SOCIETY ALWAYS FALL ON THE SAME PIT OF IDIOCY AS IF I HAD FORGOTTEN THOSE MEMORIES, THOSE NEUROLOGICAL NETWORKS MY ORGAN OF CONSCIOUSNESS CREATED! WHY MUST THIS HAPPEN TO ME! DOES MISFORTUNE PERSIST INFINITELY WITHIN MY FIELD, WITHIN MY PLANE, WITHIN MY LIFE! OH DEAR HEAVENS WHY? IF THY ACTIONS OF MISERY AND UNHAPPINESS CONTINUE TO ABUSE ME, MY OH SO CIVILIZED MIND SHALL BE REVERTED BACK TO A STATE OF PRIMAL RAGE AND UNCOUTHNESS! HATE SHALL I PRESENT TO THIS WORLD OF MADNESS, AS IT TOO HAS PRESENTED HATE TOWARDS ME! ME! ME!
As I first laid eyes upon this post, a curious assumption took root in my mind. The presence of a pair of dots at the bottom and a corresponding set of numbers in the top-right corner whispered the promise of multiple images. With quiet confidence, I placed my right thumb upon the screen, poised to glide effortlessly from right to left, expecting a seamless transition between images.
Yet, as my thumb embarked on its fateful journey, an inexplicable unease crept into my being. The screen began to shift, but something was amiss. The post did not reveal a succession of images as I had so naively believed. Instead, to my growing horror, the post itself moved—slipping away, banished into the digital void, replaced by another. A cold realization struck me. I had been deceived. Tricked into swiping away a post I had intended to explore further, my own folly had betrayed me.
Panic surged through me, but it was already too late. The original post had vanished beyond the reach of my screen, lost to the merciless mechanics of the algorithm. I watched in helpless despair as it was displaced, swallowed whole by the unceasing tide of content. The weight of my blunder bore down upon me. I had miscalculated; I had been outwitted by a simple illusion.
Desperation took hold. I sought to undo my misstep, to reclaim what had been so cruelly taken. My right thumb, now trembling with regret, hurriedly found its way to the left side of my screen. I willed the past to return, swiping back in hopes of redemption. And yet, even as the post reappeared before me, a haunting shame clung to my soul. How could something so trivial wield such power over my emotions? How had I, a seasoned traveler of the digital realm, fallen victim to such a simple deception?
Determined to atone for my blunder, I sought solace in the comments section. There, I resolved to leave behind a testament to my folly, to share in my humiliation with those who had undoubtedly suffered the same fate. As I scrolled through my photo gallery, I knew what had to be done. There was only one image that could adequately express the sheer weight of my regret—an image steeped in significance, an embodiment of sorrow itself. I selected it without hesitation, knowing that no action could evoke greater sympathy than this singular act of contrition.
And as my confession took shape in the comments, a vow formed within me—one I would carry forth beyond this moment of disgrace. Never again. Never again would I allow a post to bamboozle me so mercilessly. Never again would I fall victim to this cruel trick of perception.
For in this moment, I had learned a lesson carved deep into the marrow of my soul: Swipe with caution, lest you swipe away a piece of your own dignity.
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u/dee321456 Alsume Inmate 1d ago
One day I’ll learn