Every time I turn on my phone there is a notification. Not a text or a missed call. Not even Instagram reminding me to view Wil Wheaton’s newest photo. Tumblr. I see a note or a follow on an account that wasn’t supposed to become anything. An account that I agreed to be a part of in passing, based on a topic I really don’t care for, making me synonymous with a character from a franchise I know nothing about. Started for fun maybe 6 months ago, now we post to just over 4600 followers. A strange goal that has entered the mind of every young person nowadays, to be popular on the internet. I wanted to be liked, I needed to be liked. Now my personality is apparently liked. People think that I’m funny and they connect with me. At the same time it’s weird, everyone has the freedom to make assumptions but it’s added stress that so many people are judging everything you do. Why did that photo get less likes than that quote or why are people asking for more of a certain character and not me? Nothing has changed in my life, I still go about as normal with the knowledge that if I say something remotely entertaining that it will end up out there for all to see. Every teen and young adult, even kids now, want to become internet famous. Hell, I wanted to not bother with higher education so bad and figured that that was the perfect way to make money. All having followers means is you’ve done something someone likes, not even more than once, enough to agree to see you again. When did popularity become a contest for power not love? I always thought the “popular bitch” in high school was just the vain kid that wanted to be worshiped, not the one who wanted to control the time of teens across the world. Maybe I’m just stuck in an era before my time and I should pray to hit 10 000 or 100 000.