There’s something I need to get off my chest. Checking in on Facebook. Just as a brief disclaimer: this post is not meant to offend anyone who checks in on a regular basis. If that’s what floats your boat, that’s fine. Check in! I’m just gonna hide your post on my feed. Even my dearest friends check in. I even have a screen shot to prove it, which would be a good place to start. 
Oh, you’re home? Wait what? Yeah, twice. And I’m just at school at school. How about those comments? “Home legit.” My eyes are so mad looking at this. My eyes hate me now because I made them look at this check-in post. Another quick disclaimer: It’s okay that I’m hating on this so bad right now because this kid is actually a good friend of mine and he totally slammed me on twitter a few weeks ago. We have a weird friendship.
On another note, there are more reasons as to why checking in is so terrible other than the example previously used. Why are people checking in so often? I’ll tell you. Chicks check in because they want everyone to see that they’re at “a totally trendy sushi bar”. It’s kinda like the idea of, “look where I am and you’re not.” No one cares that you’re eating sushi. No one cares that you’re at the Complex dancing dirty. No one. People will pretend to care though. Yeah, they’ll post a comment saying, “nice”.
Dudes check in probably because they’re at the Cowboy’s stadium. And if they’re not checking in at a sports-related location, they’re probably at Tucanos, Ruth’s Chris, or Benihana. Oh, psh sorry totally spaced… and if they’re not at any of those places they’re just at home -at home. Wow, now that I know you’re at a game or eating food… I totally want you. Naah who am I kidding I really don’t even want to know where you are. And if for some reason I do, I’m going to call you and ask you. What an outlandish thing to do right?
All in all checking in on Facebook just kind of screams “Stalk me, I’m desperate”. But what’s worse than having to look at where people are checking in? Being tagged in a check-in. A few months back I made the mistake of letting it be known that I’m not a fan of checking in. I was then absolutely pelted with notifications on a daily basis saying, “So and so checked you in at Snoasis”. Ar..Are you kidding me? I know. You’re… standing right next to me. We’re at Snoasis and I’m eating an effing snow cone. Did you want this published in the newspaper as well, or is the Facebook check-in good enough? I guess that’s what I got for being a smart one. One individual who thought he was reeeal clever was my brother-in-law. He took the liberty of tagging me in every check-in post of his. He lives in California. I clearly was not there. So, after threatening to delete him as a friend if he tags me in one more ridiculous check-in, I was tagged in “the middle of nowhere”. He was deleted not five minutes later. We haven’t been Facebook friends since due to his willingness to take bold risks, which might have something to do with him being from California– see my About page.
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