“The other day I pretty much wrote nothing but got more than twenty “likes” for my empty post. Two days earlier, I had written an important sentence on Facebook, but got no “likes” at all, which led me to “like” my own post.” My friend, a poet, interrupted me, as if he wanted to talk exactly about the same subject. “Yeah, honestly I spent all night “liking” pointless posts on Facebook.” He then heaved a heavy sigh before continuing: “I have about 5000 friends on Facebook but barely get more than 100 likes. You know, I think I’m not going to write anymore.” And thus, my poet friend succumbed to the “Facebook Depression.”
English
The Prisoner Who Clicked “like”
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