I would spend all my time looking at .gifs of myself and laugh. I would be so entranced by 10 second moving images of myself that I would forget to eat. I'd stop sleeping. Forget to show up for work. Miss important premieres and appearances. I'd slowly slip into obscurity and madness. People would forget my name. Disheveled and unrecognizable I'd wander the streets, laptop in hand, showing anyone who makes eye contact my hilarious .gifs. "That's so 2014," they'll say "we're over it," "what ever happened to her anyway?" But I don't hear them as I scamper away, opening a tin of mints and laughing as they scatter to the ground…