By Sara Kay

There’s a new phenomenon that has recently hit the Internet, and I think it’s about time that someone give it the praise that it is due.

Fmylife.com is probably the greatest Web site I have yet to come across. It’s like the solution to every crappy problem that I have. It’s my medicine, my life line, my fail safe. And how could it not be? It’s basically a Web site that tells all its viewers that no matter how sh*tty your life is, there is someone out there whose life is just a little bit worse than yours. What better a way to feel better about yourself, than to know that someone else is getting screwed by life just a little bit harder than you are?

That’s right. There is no better way.

Although, to me, this Web site is the greatest thing since the proverbial sliced bread, I have a few qualms with it. They aren’t with the actual site. Fmylife is like a home to all the screwed up people of the world that serves to remind themselves that someone’s life is worse than theirs. But it’s the people who are contributing to the site that throw me through a loop. I’m the type of person who takes these kinds of blog sites with a grain of salt; this site in particular is no exception.

I feel that there are three groups of people who contribute to Fmylife.com, and if you keep up with the site as much as I do, then you would be able to decipher each person fairly easily. There are the people who are clearly lying, the people who are definitely telling the truth, and the people who think their lives are bad but don’t even scratch the surface; go back to your lives that don’t suck!

The Clear Liars: These people don’t mean to be such complete and total liars; it’s just kind of how it turned out. And it isn’t that their stories aren’t true-they may be true after all-but they just left out a tiny detail that turned the story from mediocre-and -true to worthy of Fmylife, and false. For example, I read an entry the other day from a girl saying that she texted her boyfriend telling him how bad she felt about cheating and that the boyfriend replied saying how relieved he was because he had been cheating on her with a girl from his class. However, the girlfriend was referring to cheating on a math test. I realize this is possible except for one small thing; wouldn’t you tell the boyfriend you felt bad about cheating on your test, not just about cheating? If you’re really that vague while using the word cheating, than you deserve to have your life F-ed.

Telling the Truth: these are kind of self-explanatory. The story is believable; it seems real enough and after reading it you definitely take a second to think if that ever happened to you, how much you would be saying the three word phrase that we all know so well after having this site introduced to us. I read one where a guy was talking about how he always gets dinner with this hot girl every week, and they say that they love each other all the time. The girl said that if people heard them speaking like that they would think they were actually dating, and the guy asked the na’ve question, “Aren’t we?” Totally believable, incredibly embarrassing and so very worthy of Fmylife.

Wanna-bes: these people just need to stop. Your lives don’t actually suck. This is a sad, sad attempt at pretending your life sucks, but in reality, you just hit a small blip. This isn’t embarrassing or a total let down, it’s just a pimple on a normally clear face. There comes a time when people need to realize that stepping in dog poo isn’t actually an FmyLife experience. It’s just a well, sh*tty experience. I read an entry about a kid who didn’t get into the University of Washington although his father has been a professor there for 30 years. Hate to break it to you kid, but just because you have family at a university doesn’t mean it’s guaranteed. If you have family and you aren’t a complete and total dumbass, then yes, your chances are pretty good of getting in, but if you happen to be a complete and total dumbass, than should you really be all that surprised about being rejected? I thought not.

So congrats to you, Fmylife.com, for being my home away from home, my Jerusalem (I’m Jewish, after all), my love. I may have spilled coffee all over my brand-new white top, but some random kid gave his dog a hand job in his sleep. Life is good.

Sara Kay is a junior print journalism student. You may e-mail her at [email protected].