It all happened so fast.
Of course it started at one. But then it was two, then five, then 10. Seconds later it was at 25. Oh, shit! It just got to 50 (shout out to Fiddy). It was then I realized: Holy shit, it's actually happening. My tweet is going viral. IT'S LIT 🔥.
But soon my attitude transformed from amazement to a hunger. An insatiable hunger for more. Is this what it feels like to be the voice of a nation? As Chance the Rapper so eloquently put it, "This is my part, nobody else speak." It's about time the Twittersphere took notice of @CasuallyGinger (follow me!) because I have some great #taeks. But I digress, this was no longer about a hilarious picture that people enjoyed on a social media site filled with soulless mouth breathers who take themselves way too seriously. No, this was about the March to 💯..
The March to 💯
Like anyone who tries to climb the social-media mountain without a famous friend, fake boobs or a sex tape, the March to 💯 was an arduous one, as you can imagine. As amazing as my tweet was, it started to plateau around 88 retweets. All I could think was, "Damn, I really shouldn't have made those t-shirts." Oh, and: "I should probably get a life."
The now-famous tweet had legs, though. It was inching closer and closer to my new life goal that I made 15 minutes prior. After anxiously refreshing my timeline, and kindly asking my friends in my group chat to RT it, It happened. I did it. I finally won social media. Wait, that's selfish of me. I mean WE DID IT FAM 💯..
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What does a man do after winning the night on social media? Before I was about to pop bottles ... of water, I had to check Twitter to see the fruits of my labor. I refreshed my timeline and to my amazement I found this ...
Back to being just a drop in the ocean, I guess.
Off to my next social media venture: Becoming an Instagram model. Or, even better, maybe I'll tape a friend admit to cheating on his girlfriend over Snapchat. Nah, snitches get stitches.
- LC