I'm sick...

I've got a fatal disease. I've kept it a secret because I didn't want to hurt your feelings... My burdens never seemed as heavy as yours. However, I feel it's time to inform you of my diagnosis. The short term for my condition is "you." I'm sick of you. 

Your facebook statuses go on and on about your many ailments. You support pages that advertise your condition. You feel the need to constantly remind people of your fragile state and you ask for prayers if you've simply got a head cold. Ain't nobody got time for dat! If Jesus stopped to bless the forehead of every sniffly nose - the bigger problems would never be tended to!

Oh My God... Just stop. Look at your timeline. If you were ANYONE else, would you be happy reading your last 50 posts? 

I'm going to unsubscribe from your updates. I just don't want to know anymore. I'm not sorry. Out with the old, in with the new.