Lately I've gotten into this terrible habit of sitting in my bed, turning on Netflix and pinning the shit out of the internet. Today I turned on Breaking Bad. I know it's sacrilegious that a TV junkie like me isn't already obsessed with this show, but for some reason I couldn't get into it. However, an embarrassing seven episodes later, I am still watching Breaking Bad. These two things are a lethal combination resulting in a junkie couch potato who forgets what time it is, eating meals, showering--you know, normal people things. And even though I understand that my addictions pale in comparison to Walter White's life which resembles a tower of wobbling Jenga pieces, mine still impede upon my life.
Pinterest's goal is to connect people through things we all find interesting. I have never reached out to one of the strangers on Pinterest and said "Hey! You like what I like! Cool beans!" I don't understand why every website has to "connect" everyone on the smallest level. For me, Pinterest could lose the social media aspect and just be an organized dream board or whatever Oprah calls it. But that's beside the point. Another rant for another time. Connecting people is not the real allure of pinning for me; it's dreaming that I could have alllll the things. Knock out one 'n' from pinning and you've got the real feeling that comes from a marathon Pinterest session. Just pining away for couture clothing, gourmet meals, trips around the world, mansions, Ryan Gosling or the ability to DIY all those things (btdubs, a DIYed Ryan Gosling is just a quart sized mason jar with his face modge podged on). What's that I see? I can make a table out of my old tissue boxes? 27 ways to achieve the perfect smokey eye? PINNED. I will definitely come back to that and try all 27 ways. Then with my perfect smokey eye, I'll attract the perfect smokin' hot man then he will build me the table out of all those tissue boxes I'm now hoarding. Then he will propose and I finally put my "Here Comes the Bride..." pinboard to good use. The whole wedding will be in a barn made out of mason jars (seriously, there is so much shit about mason jars on Pinterest). What ends up actually happening is that you use the 24 mason jars you bought as Tupperware when you've lost all your tops in the Tupperware organizing project you also pinned.
Tangent: I wonder what Walter White's Pinterest would look like. Maybe he has a board for all the new chemistry supplies he wants. A board of inspirational quotes for when the drug business really wears him down that day.
**Addition to this post: I fell asleep last night watching the masterpiece that is Breaking Bad at around 2 a.m. before I even finished this post. At this rate, this will happen to me: