Free. Your Facebook, your Instagram. The games on your phone, every single service provided to you free of cost*. Hello, asterisk my old friend. The be-all, end-all, catch-all caveat to cover all conditions. You are the physical manifestation of the User Privacy Agreement that no one reads and clicks "Agree" to continue. You just sit there in the corner, like the eye Big Brother keeps on us, and manage to coerce us into giving up many of our freedoms in return for the smile plastered on your face which screams "FREE". So consider this a PSA for everyone oblivious to the atrocities committed by companies providing "free*" services. It might not be as bad as I make it out to be, but that's up to you to decide. I don't know how many of you have read 1984 by George Orwell. It paints a very bleak picture of the potential dystopia caused by invasion of privacy and freedom. We aren't there yet, of course, but we're slowly getting there....
Another empty screen. Another empty piece of paper. Suddenly, all the words that were so perfectly positioned in my mind vanish into nothingness. The feeling I know so well for some weird reason, writer's block. No matter how many friends I lose, this one's always there. Like a fog slowly creeping into my creative outlets and slowly telling them to go to sleep. Let's be real. Writer's block sucks. You can see that it does right here, reflected in the quality of my writing. What causes it though? Plain laziness and procrastination, or higher standards for what one considers "writing" (*cough* ScoopWhoop *cough*). Whatever may be the case, it just stays put like the Snorlax blocking your path on Route 12. Just there, looking at you, waiting for you to look away so it can pretend to be asleep, giving you that sleepy one-eyed look. Stupid writer's block. He's like that one guy you always want to get rid of from your life but there's just no opportun...