Some time ago, I decided that if I was going to be receiving push alerts about horrible news that sent me into a pearl-clutching tizzy at least twice a day, I was going to balance it out with something positive. So I turned on post notifications for Michael B. Jordan and his muscles on Instagram. This is the post I was alerted to this evening:
Everything about this image was created to appeal to me. Michael B. Jordan, Michael B. Jordan in the sun, Michael B. Jordan next to a pickup truck, Michael B. Jordan doing promotional work for Creed. Just perfect. But the more I stared at the photo, the more I began to wonder if looking at pictures of Michael B. Jordan was really enough to escape the news of a catastrophic hurricane, Kanye West hugging Donald Trump, and accused sexual abuser Stephen Elliott suing Shitty Media Men list creator Moira Donegan.
What if I became a part of a Michael B. Jordan Instagram post? What if I could zap away my consciousness and live life as a dusty bumper created for Michael B. Jordan to rest on? Hereās a formal list of every inanimate object in this photo I would happily body swap with:
ā¢ The bandana wrapped around Michaelās face.
ā¢ The hat in Michaelās hands.
ā¢ The bumper Michael is sitting on.
ā¢ The gate of the pickup truck Michael is leaning against.
ā¢ The dusty sneakers Michael is wearing.
ā¢ The desert plant life Michael is within a hundred feet of.
ā¢ The California license plate that is one foot away from Michael.
Do you think the hat in Michael B. Jordanās hands would be willing to switch places with me?