The sun rises. Your alarm goes off.

You press the snooze button once or twice...or twelve times. Finally, you decide to face the day. First things first, though, you check your social media.

You know the drill- Instagram (you check this first because your brain can’t process words yet), then Twitter, and lastly- the redheaded stepchild- Facebook. And somehow, before it has even started, social media has managed to ruin your day.   

I’m sure you share my love/hate relationship with technology, the Internet, and especially social media. It’s both a blessing and a curse to society, and just like everything in the world- goes completely downhill when people take it too far. So, here it is- your definitive guide of how not to suck on social media. 

Stop the #MCM/#WCW epidemic. At first, #ManCrushMonday/#WomanCrushWednesday wasn’t so bad. I honestly didn’t mind pictures of attractive celebrities on my newsfeed. There are worse things in life than looking at pretty people. BUT THEN, all of the annoying couples whom I previously bashed regarding PDA on Campus started posting pictures of their significant others every week. Tell your man you love him in person, not on Instagram.         

Step away from the share button. The share button is a beautiful thing when used with discretion.* Yes, I would love to see a cute newborn puppy stumbling down stairs or a funny clip from The Office. I would not, however, love to see fifty different versions of the same Vine on my Facebook newsfeed. If I wanted that, I would go on Vine.     

*It would be completely acceptable for you to share this article on social media. That would rock.

Spare your friends/followers the intimate details of your life. Details can make or break a post. If something hilarious happened to you on the way to class, tweet it! Please by all means, make my day. But there comes a point in time where you cross the threshold between quaint and personal and go into TMI territory. I don’t want to see your pregnancy pictures featuring a crop top anymore than I want to read the overly detailed description of your guinea pig’s valiant battle with fibromyalgia.     

Learn grammar. Look, I know not everyone out there is an English person. That's fine. I don't expect complete sentences or Oxford commas. If I wanted that, I would read a book, not my Twitter feed. But please, people. Learn the difference between your and you're and they're, their, and there. It will change your life, I promise. 

If this guide stops at least one person from posting a selfie or excessively hashtagging in a non-satirical manner, then I've fulfilled my purpose. Stay golden, my friends/followers. I can't wait to see what you do next.