Sharing is Communism

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ONE REASON THAT RUNNING a meme page is considered such an obscure professon is that the people themselves who conduct these last resorts to mankind are equally obscure. For the job is considered strange partially because it truly is strange, and partially because the pursuers enjoy it.

The use of a meme page to cope with the struggles of adolescent life is a relatively new phenomenon, but I am too lazy at the moment to conduct more research.

I do know that every meme connoisseur cringes at the thoughts of their early meme stages, and gasps at the thought of what they were before memes entered their lives.

This is not a story about how memes 'bring awareness to the teenage struggle' or something. This is a story about something that is truly ours, something that belongs solely in the hearts of this early digital age.

The legacy of the Internet's first generation.

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I hate school.

I don't hate education, I hate school. The misery gleaned from six hours of hell can really get to you sometimes.

A perfect reason to hate school is because of the people in it. There are several seperate types of student: fandom trash and weeaboo entourage, reject who doesn't brush their teeth, rich person who thinks they're better than everyone because they live in mansions and have yachts in Downtown Annapolis, the perfect academic who screams in disbelief at a 97% because it's a 'fail grade', and the quiet, semi-popular kid. The only thing that remotely brings us together is a common enemy, and that is the complete hatred of the medium which brought us poor idiots to meet each other in the first place. We all loathe the educational system, and a lot of us hate the world as well.

Let me ask you something: how scared are you? Because paranoia is fashionable right now. There are boys stabbed for wearing eyeliner, children raped and blamed for it, people who hit their kids for no reason, guys who shoot up the kindergartens, and the list could go on. There was this kid, Cole, and he wore makeup a few times. I was at the Rita's in Cape St. Claire with my friends once. And we heard this earsplitting scream and went to see what it was. It wasn't a scream like the one you'd hear in horror movies. It was a sobbing scream, like the person screaming had no choice because they couldn't stop.

And behind Rita's we saw Cole, and he was just lying there, near dead, and there was blood just seeping into our shoes and his hair. I kind of held his head and my friends went after the person who stabbed him. Later, Cole said he didn't see who it was. They never caught the guy.

Cole moved to Nebraska after that.

So I'm scared, and my friends are scared, and on top of that everyone's completely terrified that some guy will come in the school or the movies with a huge gun and kill us all. But at the same time we all wanna die.

Memes take our minds off of it, in a way, or create black humor about the subject. It's not a heroic meme revolution thing. We're not heroes, we're teenagers. We started The Memepocalypse.

I have many reasons that add up and create a mass panic attack for this generation, one of them being the fact that we are hated for our love of the addictive digital mediums that have entered our possession.

That being said, if you've ever met me, you'll notice that I deeply regret being a human, because most humans are complete and utter idiots in my opinion. And if they're not they get shot or something. Yes, I seem to advocate for our struggles. But I still think that we'll end up causing the Earth to explode or something to that effect. At this point, the only thing that even somewhat restores a sliver of faith in humanity is 'The Time of The Doctor', that song they play in Doctor Who when he's giving the people a courageous pep talk. Or that other pep talk John Oliver did in one of his YouTube videos.