My mom forbid me to tell my brother that the Easter Bunny wasn't real.
10-YEAR-OLD ME: But he's not! You told me!
MOM: That doesn't mean you're allowed to burst your brother's bubble!
I guess that was the first time I found myself wanting to do it.
I like popping the bubble.
I see that someone likes a movie that wasn't any good, or a book that was lousy, or believes in something I find to be stupid, and I just feel the urge to pop their bubble.
Why? Where does that come from?
I tell myself I'm fighting stupidity, but most of the time, I'm just criticizing people for liking things that are a matter of opinion anyway.
Is it necessary? No.
Should I cut back? Yes.
Granted, Facebook doesn't help. It's a lot easier to avoid crusading for intelligence when stupidity isn't thrust at you in a nice, compressed newsfeed.
That being said, it's not my job to destroy everyone's hopes and dreams.
That's my friend Andrew's job.
I'm just there to like his comments.
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