Novel & Cerita You're Never Weird On The Internet

“Evie. You are trending.” “Trending? Why? It was just more like a speech!” “A hot and emotional kiss in public. After a dramatic confession. The internet lives for that.” I sat up, waving my hands like a deranged traffic conductor. “Okay okay, calm down. Bring me back, please, because I am totally lost. Like, Lost season three kind of lost.” Trina leaned in close. “You’re famous.” I scoffed. “I’m not famous.” “You’re internet famous.”

"Mom, I came up with an idea. Irene is quite famous right now. I can find someone to make up something and shift the direction of public opinion to make her infamous." "Can you do that?" Deborah was skeptical. She was less knowledgeable than her daughter when it came to the internet. "Of course. This is the age of the internet. I just need to find some trolls to attack her online. It's hard not to defame her!" Lily was excited just by thinking about it. Irene would immediately become a disgraced internet celebrity if her plan worked.

The comments were hilarious, asides the asshats who would rather objectify me. Lorraine told me all about this. It was the doom of all streamers. The internet was a hut for horny people, perverted teens, or adults looking for a safe spot to off-load their madness. If it keeps them, let them stay. I'd pay more attention to those who I wanted to. I bit my bottom lips before responding. “You guys seem really curious! Anyone wants to take a guess? Who knows, there might be a price for whoever wins!” Liah(✿^‿^): Baby shark??

“Is that a threat?” “No, it is a warning. You will never practice law in this country again and your little internet history might just accidentally see the light of day. The beautiful thing about the internet is that it never forgets and I am sure if we did deep enough, there will be something to incriminate you. So, while my reputation might take a hit- yours will be damaged for life.”

he asked me, and I took a deep, tiring breath and sat on another chair beside Ryan. "I am sorry for the sass, doctor, but I can't help when I definitely know that you are going to tell me a few more things that will add to me being the weirdest weirdo in this whole world" I stopped and thought for a second. "The weirdest weirdo... damn, I am seriously setting some great benchmarks for the coming weirdos" I groaned and rubbed my face while both of them chuckled. "Well, if you call yourself a weirdo, then I will not interrupt, but I have to say that you surely are interesting," Dr. Singh said, and I tiredly shifted my focus to the matter at hand.

'Why am I surrounded by weird people?' Madison asked herself. Weirdly enough, all the people she called weird is those who she finds either interesting or stupid. Who did good stupidity towards her. She thought Jordan is weird for accepting her despite of learning the fact that she's pregnant with Gavin's child. And the fact that Jordan promised to take care of her without expecting something in return is super weird for her. If somebody heard her calling Jordan weird, they might confuse the word weird to have the same definition of kind.

Both of them were sweating buckets from the spices. Ryleigh scrolled through the comments on the Internet and laughed out loud. “Netizens nowadays have great potential when it comes to becoming stand-up comedians. Each one of them sounds more bizarre than the other. They would cling to their keyboard and come up with a thesis as if they were the embodiment of justice whenever something happened, but they’re also pros in playing dumb as soon as the victims of the incident manage to clarify themselves.” Maisie looked at her. “Aren’t you going to dig into the hotpot that you’ve been struggling to get off your mind over the past few days? Why are you still scrolling through your Twitter feed?”

There were many more comments like that. But Aurora really couldn’t keep reading. It was the first time she had ever come across such things. After all, she never had the time to surf the internet every day. Megan, on the other hand, a seasoned pro, thought nothing of it. “Oh, come on, this is perfectly normal.” Aurora still didn’t understand. “Can’t people just speak normally? These comments are too strange. How are they normal?” Megan ignored her and scrolled on with even greater interest. “If you think they’re not normal, it’s because you’re a fossil. Who in their twenties doesn’t keep up with online chatter these days?”

Some made me look broken. All of them made me feel small. “Did you see this one?” I asked. He leaned over. “Which?” “The one that says I planned everything.” He frowned. “That’s insane.” “Welcome to the internet.” He saved it anyway. I scrolled further. Old photos. Cropped clips. Messages taken out of context. It felt like watching a stranger live my life. “Our life,” I said quietly. He nodded. “This is… weird,” I said. “It’s like everything we’ve ever done is now… material.”

"What's the Midsommar movie, I mean. Do those customs really exist?" "Yes, they have customs like that. And it gives me goosebumps, I don't want to go there anymore. Their customs are really strange, different from all the customs I've seen in various parts of the Earth!" "Well, I don't want to see them either. That alone is enough for me, even though I'm still traumatized when I remember them falling off a cliff!"