Or maybe you’ll have the best eulogy of all time. Maybe every single person in the room will be changed forever because of something that’s completely out of your control. Maybe at the exact right moment a bolt of lightening will shoot through the stained glass above the altar and shards of colored glass will rain across the entire congregation and people will shout “Hallelujah!” and smear blood across each other’s faces.

I don’t have to write the story. It will write itself.

Interesting perspective: how social media puts your story partly in the hands of the platform, and of other people.

But I don't think you're out of control entirely.

Regardless, I banged out a quick response: “lol, no, i just got totally sick of my smartphone. still pretty sure that this shit rots your brain. But I’ve decided to make peace with it.”