Sometimes I lie awake at night…
desperate for sleep…
ravaged with guilt…
because I didn’t “like” your stupid post on Facebook.
Click “like” if you hate cancer.
”Like” this if you love your children.
This is a picture of my lunch.
Click “like” if you agree that no child should go hungry.
There is something deep within me that not only hates being told what to do, but will bristle at the first sign of manipulation. This is why I refuse to “like” the statuses of you “like” hoarders.
Even when I actually like it.
This is also why I lie awake in bed, worried about the cancer and the starving kids, and guilty that I didn’t love my own kids enough to click on your thumbs up button.