Time-suck
When I cast about for a Lenten sacrifice i look for something that might qualify as self-improvement, as well as self-denial. This year I quickly landed upon the perfect thing to eschew for 40 days (or forever): TikTok videos.
They’re like potato chips; you consume one, then another. Before you know it, the whole bag is gone, a half-hour has passed and you’re left to regret those worthless calories with a queasy feeling in your gut.
Since Ash Wednesday (March 5) I haven’t watched a single video showing a contentious vehicle repo, or a righteous motorist playing “gotcha” with a cop overstepping his bounds.
That includes failures to launch at the Miami boat ramp, bubbas with chainsaws dropping trees on their houses, obnoxious “karens” harassing anglers, self-appointed handicap-parking police …etc., etc.
I feel better for it.
