You give a little chuckle.

Perhaps a short exhale through the nostrils. Or maybe you just relate to the inordinate rage that someone else put into words for you. Maybe someone talked about how a bitch waltzed her way in between your OTP, how there's an iceberg to your Titanic. It doesn't matter really.

All that matters is that you wish to support this user, this faceless name that lies behind another screen for they have earned that chuckle, that exhale, that wordless rant in your head. They've succeeded in the art of comment writing, and they deserve recognition. Not to mention the fact that you want to see how many other people liked this comment, how many other people agreed with you. You want to feel like you were a part of this opinion, of this statement, of this joke. And so you move your fat, little, sausage finger to tap.

That was all you had to do. Just tap. Or maybe even click.

You had one job.

But like everything else you've ever attempted in your measly life, you failed. You've committed a cardinal sin.

You've hit dislike.

You panic. What should you do? You've lied through the internet. What if the poor soul who saw that one dislike is haunted by it for the rest of their life? What if they doubt their own existence, their validity as a human being because of that one, that measly but taunting numeral? All because your frankfurter fingers couldn't hit the right pixels.

So you try to undo your mistake. You tap dislike again, or maybe you tap the like button as if to deny you did anything wrong, to begin with. But as if mocking you, this perverted site reminds in you in glee:

"You have voted!"

Bullshit.

But what's done is done. As a citizen of this earth, all you can do now is take accountability for your faults, to ask for forgiveness for ruining what could have been a comment with no dislikes. So you look at your final option: the reply button. This time you pray to yourself to not screw up once more as you lead one of the five terminating members of your hand to click it.

And you type. Repenting in your heart, you seek forgiveness:

" Σ(っ°Д °;)っ Sorry!! Meant to like but i hit dislike instead"

You heave a sigh of relief, letting your hands relax. It's over now. That permanent one shall be known to all to be a clumsy but simple mistake instead of a lie. You look at the clock.

It's time to sleep.