When they post ALL of their film snippets on Facebook. Seriously dude, if I cared that much I would have gone to the concert with you.
No. At least not from me. If you want a like and share do something interesting. Tell a story. Display a talent. That's how virality on social media is supposed to work. Instead of begging for people to care that you exist prove that your existence has merit and people will naturally care.
There's nothing quite like an upcoming election (still over a year away!) to remind me of how bigoted so many of my friends are. They open their mouths and spout vitriol that only showcases how little they understand the world around them and the realities of the country in which they live, the daily struggles of the people they pass on the street. Their racism and small-mindedness escapes their mouths in convenient sound bites, clearly chewed up, partially digested, and vomited into their mouths by whatever mother bird media outlet most panders to their particular fears. Nothing is sourced; misinformation flows freely in every direction on the digital superhighway. Then they twist it and add their own little bits of bile to it until it is so caustic they can't hold it in their mouths anymore, at which point they spit it onto social media for the world to look on in horror. This is how I have surrounded myself.
As I burn out on reading people's comments and responses on facebook, on reddit, and in the comment sections of articles to which I am linked I begin to wonder where the value is in reading most of these people's opinions. They are absolutely allowed to have them, and to express them even, but very often there is little value for me to read them. Most people adding comments are adding nothing new or useful to the conversation. I can't be the only one feeling this. The pundits on the news shows. The echo chamber chorus on the morning radio shows. At some point we have to tune out the inanity of it all. Just like you should be tuning this out. I wonder how the internet will change when the frustration of listening to/reading it all reaches a tipping point.
I'm not sure why I feel compelled to write my thoughts down where someone else can read them other than the narcissistic pleasure of ego masturbation. Since no one will ever actually read any of this none of it actually matters and it will serve more as a depressant than the creative outlet I intend it to be, but this time I'll just keep writing anyway. Promise.