Fuck facebook and fuck relatives who insist on being friends with everyone related to them…I post under a fake last name so you bag of assholes couldn’t find me and you found me anyway!
And a big old “bite me” to the cousin who doesn’t understand the concept of a private message. I don’t know what you told your crazy mother I wrote, but what I actually said I would say to her face, she’s Not my favorite eprson and she’s NOT my friend. I wouldn’t have friended her at all if I weren’t trying to keep family peace.
I suppose in a way you did me a favor though. After she called my sister in tears, and somehow got my father involved, I blocked her. Now she can complain about what a big fat meanie-head I am, and I no longer have to deal with her shit. Seems win-win to me!
A friend was explaining to me the other night why she thought Facebook was actually actively harmful, rather than other fads that curmudgeons merely think are harmful. By its nature it generates substance-less drama about stuff that just doesn’t matter. I was a bit baffled by what she meant since I don’t touch Facebook at all, but you’ve provided a perfect example of it. Ugh.
Well, in fairness, it sounds like they were gossiping about a family member they don’t like in a private message (which is basically an email), then the party they were speaking to went and tattled. This is hardly a Facebook issue- this shit happens all the time in families over phone calls, emails, and personal conversations.
It’s no different than, “Hey Cousin Betty! Yeah, I invited Aunt Irma to dinner Sunday just to keep the peace, but you know my thoughts on her.” Then Cousin Betty went and ratted them out. It happens.
Actually - it was the whole family/friends worlds colliding that was the final push to get me off Facebook entirely. I had reconnected with high school friends and that was fine. Then the in-laws all started to join, and finally the 10 yr old niece sent a friend request. That was the final line where I said, this shit is crazy, I am not on here to be “friends” with the people I already see at family gatherings, and there is no fucking way I am going to have a 10 yr old on my friends list. (Plus the whole posting pics and tagging me WITHOUT asking me first. Its my fucking face, do you have even the least little conception of this wonderful thing called privacy??)
ETA: Glad I’m done with it. Now I just have to try and not brag about being off of it!
I don’t like to gossip…not to say I never have, but I wasn’t in this case. I had asked her to ask her mother to stop calling me the childhood nickname I used to go by. But, now that I’m 42, I prefer my real name. I didn’t try to badmouth anyone.
She wrote a very long reply about how that wasn’t something within her power and other things I will not share because it was a private message. I was trying to comiserate and lacking time so I wrote a quick reply that I think may have gotten blown out of proportion in the retelling.
Just do what I do: create a special “Restricted Access” friends list and stick most of your family members there. My version blocks access to my wall, status updates, and pictures. That way, family members can PM me or see my contact info, but they can’t get all inflamed by something an actual friend posted on my profile. (I have some friends with… *odd *senses of humor, and my mother just couldn’t leave well enough alone.)
Facebook doesn’t do shit. *People *generate drama; Facebook is simply one vehicle for it. People who are inclined to this type of behavior are going to engage in it *regardless *of the medium.
I hate receiving obnoxious, pointless email forwards, but the WORST is when people just forward them along with removing all of the previous email addresses to which the forward has already been forwarded.
Now all of these strangers have my email address. I don’t know what they could do with that highly sensitive information, but it pisses me off knowing that they have it. Grrr.
PS… I haven’t had a Frito in years. Now I soooo want a deep-friend Frito pie on a stick.
Well, I went in this morning to have the tooth pulled (and opted to have an implant done, since a bridge would have been too difficult, and almost as expensive, because of the placement of the teeth on either side. The dentist gave me a prescription for the same antibiotic as the endodontist; when I mentioned the problem I had had over the weekend (and Lynn’s suggestion) he agreed that taking a probiotic should help.
The extraction was a bit difficult, as the roots were slightly curled and firmly set in the bone. I’m on Vicodin for the pain, and he said I can also take Aleve. I expect to have an interesting few days…
Oh man, does this burn my ass. And then they are trying to show it off, but rather than reserving a conference room for people to come visit as they wish, they carry all around the office, so we can all be annoyed by the cries. Makes me want to bring my dog in to pee in their cube/office.
Dogs in restaurants and dogs in grocery stores. Unless you have a severe handicap that mandates the pooch, leave that flea-ridden, shedding, dander-flinging, ball-licking leg humper OUT-FUCKING-SIDE!
My tolerance for babies in the office (I understand that some people like them and want to see them) - trot it once around the office to show to everyone who likes them, and out the door. This is an office, not a daycare.
Winter’s a coming, time for Season of Death mini-rants
I know there’s another thread, but what the hell.
God I hate lunatics who call our support line. They range from the outright batshit insane (woman sends an email to herself with a title about being traced and claims this is PROOF that she’s being traced and stalked by someone - which has fuck all to do with us - call the cops, crazy lady!) to the people with a limited connection to reality and some kind of obsessive compulsive disorder like the guy today who went on for close to an hour about something being illegal and wanting our company to prosecute the guy when I’d already told him it was legal and suggested that maybe, just maybe, he should stop dealing with the guy he wants prosecuted, but apparently continues to choose to deal with on a semi-regular basis. Fuck NO, you’re NOT sending me a video of the guy exposing himself to you and physically threatening you. I will delete it without looking at it. Call the cops, jackass. I’m not law enforcement, I’m tech support.
The freeway near my house is a 70mph zone and the on-ramp is one of the longest in the free world. Do you think people will merge at 70mph? Fuck no. At least half the people get up to 50mph about halfway down the ramp, then stop accelerating for the remaining nearly 1/4 of a mile and then attempt to merge into traffic going 20mph faster than them. When I become World Emperor, those people will be pulled from their cars and beaten with sticks.
The road in front of my apartment is a 50mph zone. There are hordes of self-righteous individuals who intentionally drive 40 in the left lane and try to prevent people from passing them. Do you think those 50 MPH signs are some kind of public art project or practical joke? When I am World Emperor, these people will be killed by Orbiting Rail Guns. Rods From God delivered into their vehicle with enough kinetic energy to vaporize them completely. Oh wait, no. That would kill the innocent people stuck behind them. Ok, we’ll wait until they get home and then nuke them in their own driveway. Serves 'em right.
You know, dumbass, just because you’re allowed to bring your dog into the PetSmart doesn’t mean you can let it take a dump in the main aisle and then walk away. Well, I guess you can, but that lump has more character than you do.
Vietnam Vets of America stop fucking calling me and asking for donations. I’ve been telling you for months to stop calling me as I have nothing to give you. You call every day, sometimes 2-3 times. I know you’re not really a charity and I still have nothing to give to you. And when I do answer the fucking phone and say put me on your do not call list don’t say ‘I’ll give it to my manager’. Just stop fucking calling.
This also goes for those politicians, I don’t live in your district, and I can’t vote in your primaries as I’m a registered independent. STOP FUCKING CALLING ME.
At my last apartment, this call center in Colorado that made “Charity” solicitations would call me 2-3 times a day despite the fact that I was on the no-call list. OH WAIT! They’re exempt! Three times I picked up the phone, swore at them and demanded that they take me off their list. Each time they promised they would, but made excuses about multiple lists and different departments (bullshit) for why they kept calling me. When I finally got them to stop calling about one particular alleged charity, they picked right up with a different one. That was the point at which I demanded a supervisor, detailed how many times I’d told them to take me off thier lists, got another spiel about different internal lists and charities they solicited for, and responded that I was invoking the Nuclear Option and declaring this their LAST CALL. Any further calls would be addressed under the law as harassment, and I already had a solid list of dates and times of every goddamned call they’d made for several weeks.
I’m still pro-choice. In fact I’m more pro-choice than ever before. Pregnancy is one of the most difficult conditions on the face of the earth. I slept thirteen hours last Saturday and then took an afternoon nap. I threw up four times this morning. My back feels like someone’s kicking it all the time.
I’m incredibly, deleriously happy about being pregnant and I hope I stay that way for nine months. I’ll take my prenatals and sweat out the morning sickness if I have to wear sea bands until my wrist falls off. But I swear to god I really and truly understand the feelings of anyone who doesn’t want to be. Any pro-lifer who calls pregnancy a mere incovenience can come sit next to me for a few hours. I’ll slip sleeping pills in your drink and punch you in the back for the rest of the day. You can then throw up every morning just to make it real.
Would all of you anti-choice nuts go the fuck away and stop imposing your simplistic moral and religious beliefs on the rest of us? Just STFU and go away. You’re all a bunch of sanctimoneous clueless assholes who deserve to adopt twins with colic.
Yay for the antibiotic that has kicked the case of Creeping Death I’ve had for three weeks to the curb.
Boo that it’s making me itch worse than I did when I had chicken pox.
The Not-Quite Mild:
I hate it when someone I looked up to as a mentor and friend turns out to be the biggest racist, homophobic and xenophobic person I’ve ever met in my life. And it hurts.