Dear Kid,
It’s Spring. Which is wonderful except for the weather (one day it’s in the 70s and the next we’re having a blizzard—squwonky defined).
There are poems written about Spring. There are songs written about Spring. And Spring appreciates all the tributes and pays us back with flowers and warm breezes and craziness.
There is something about Spring that causes normal sane (or at least borderline sane) people to do the ridiculous.
And to tell the entire world about the ridiculousness via Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, whatev.
As I have mentioned before—and as you know perfectly well—if it’s on the internet, it’s permanent. As in for-e-ver.
Things that might seem college-normal might not seem OK from the point of view of a potential employer.
Sharing the depth and breadth of funny at 2am might not be quite so humorous to the next person you ask out on a date—or the one after that. Or the one after that.
Things that might seem inconsequential now might be hard to explain to your someday future children.
Enjoy Spring. Revel in her newness, in the winding down of the school year, in the gentleness of the season.
And share your enjoyment of the season. Only think before you share.
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