Shut UP!

I swipe up and look at the screen

All 10.1 inches of it

The dark wallpaper of a destroyed planet

And an astronaut, lying on another

Relaxed, in his spacesuit

Sometimes I wonder what she would be thinking

Would she be relieved?

Why is she relaxing?

Is she thinking of a solution?

Is she just accepting death and enjoying the moments she has

Remembering her family or friends or someone

I don't know, maybe she's just not thinking at all

She's happy, statistically, she's the hottest and the smartest person alive

I would be happy too

Or that crime has now seized to exist in the world

Everyone gets either hell or heaven

If the afterlife is true where would souls find the bodies now?

Is there more life?

Am I god?

I can't seem to get over this thought, I get distracted quickly

I swipe my finger again and after a few taps

I'm scrolling through my feed

Liking photos, feeling the FOMO, contemplating life decisions

With music through Spotify banging through my earphones

Green Day, again,

I guess Spotify should start playing Green Day as soon as I unlock the device

I can't seem to get over Billy Joe Armstrong

Oh how much I'd love to kiss him

Only if that's not counted as pedophilia for him

The guy seems to age backward though really

And the beautifully penned lyrics of the song

"Here comes the rain again

Falling from the stars

Drenched in my pain again

Becoming who we are"

I can't seem to get over it

Even though it has been more than 10 years

Oh I got diverted again

I was scrolling, infinite feed

I like the algorithm of infinite feed

Keeps you busy, wastes your time, while at the same time

Makes you feel unworthy and useless post by post slowly

It's killing but much slower, like oxygen

And you're addicted to it, like oxygen

Scrolling through the infinite posts I landed on her

And I being a pro stalker took less than 5 minutes

Stalking her profile, trying to match interests

I saw drums and a Green Day poster

I got an incentive to text now

The only problem is I can't initiate or hold conversations

I can talk indefinitely but conversing is a bit difficult

Both are different you see

So I do what any other person with sense would do

I google ice-breakers (duh)

And did I find the best line in the world!

It said "Headphones in your wish list 50% off"

I had to buy them

Can you imagine Studio quality 50mm drivers at just 1.8K

I certainly can't

If this isn't my luckiest day I don't know which is

Oh the ice breaker yes, no success

But while I was begging mom to get me the new headphones

and explaining why I need new ones because the old ones are 'Not Green Enough'

(It's a valid reason okay) (She Agreed BTW)

I got a notification, her username flashing at the top

Apparently not as pro of a stalker as I thought I was

I liked a photo. 5 years old.

If there is an instant kill self button I wanted to use it then

I still want to but that was like the peak

But apparently, she was the pro stalker because the message read

"I see you're a Fellow Armstrong fan as well. Let me guess, kissing him fantasy?"

I was half surprised by this. Other half still wanting to kill me

And I did what one does in this situations,

Texted my best friend (duh)

He's this weird 5' 11" guy who would give you advice on anything

Or not you, he's reserved for me

Find yourself another

But all my problems are his input statements

And out, comes the solution

He's the algorithm for everything

The Unified Field Theory yes.

Not quite mathematical but he does all right

Actually no he doesn't he's an ass to most people

But he did cry in front of me so

I guess I have a one-up on him

Oh and...

Woah I got diverted again

She says she likes this little quirk though

Especially when we're talking and I get lost

Analyzing a movie or talking about the depth of a song

Listening to green day together

I think she likes me

And the feelings might be mutual

Don't get me wrong I'd still kiss Armstrong any day

I would just give up 100 Armstrong kisses

Just for a conversation with her

After all, I think she's me personified