Hello, dear readers! Sorry I’ve been gone for a bit, been busy obsessing over idiotic things. Again.

ANYHOW, this post will be about Facebook again. I know some of you (well, almost all of you) are probably peeved at me. If you don’t like Facebook so much, why not just stop using it?

  (bitter laugh)

That’s not how it works. That’s not how I work. 

  Scenario:

It’s almost midnight, I’m scrolling through Facebook again, trying to pass the time. (And update from the previous posts; I have already added a few peeps to my Acquaintances list. I think it may be the best thing Mark Zuckerberg (or his fellow underlings-doesn’t really bother me) have come up with) 

And I come by this picture. It was just a white background with a very plain black font, all uppercased letters. I refuse to type the whole thing out since it’s not very polite and I’m afraid a few innocent, young minds might be reading my blog. (HAH, as if they aren’t corrupted enough to be able to find this run down site) Let me give you a hint, it contained the word ‘bitch’ a lot. About seven of em’.

Truthfully I found it funny. Amusing, even. Maybe it’s because that’s how my cynical mind works right now. I find normally offensive things amusing. What a sick, sick, sick person I am. Now I’m rambling. CARRYING ON…

I commented on the picture with ‘Bitch, please’. You know, as in the meme. I thought it was slightly funny. Slightly. (shrugs)

But I guess some people just have a stupid sense of humour. (And that’s coming from me.)

So let me type out the conversation (I shall refrain from calling it an argument since the other parties were acting…Okay, I’m rambling again.) following that innocent comment.

Poster: “None of your buisnees okay? :) I just sharing this photo to my friend to see ==”

Note the lack of proper punctuation. And the horrible typo. DOESN’T ANYONE READ MY BLOG. Don’t answer that, by the way. And I wonder why people enjoy using more than one emoticon per message. Seriously, how am I supposed to tell if you’re happy ( :) ) or if you’re irritated if you use two at the same time? Virtual mood swings, much?!

My reply: “HAHA, I just –love- how people say that and for some reason they just refuse to use basic privacy settings on Facebook. And it was a joke. Understand simple sarcasm.” 

  And some other dude steps in:

“Just who are you? Don’t like this post? Just get lost. People like to post something on his/her wall, none of your business. If you don’t like it, press the unfriend button. She’s mad of someone else and you came here to not to help her, but to annoy her instead? Just GTFO. Let me guess…you doesn’t understands what’s GTFO since you’re a keyboard warrior.”

I almost wet myself laughing after reading this. Just the grammar alone is horrendous. (YES, that makes me sound like an arrogant douchebag. But it’s kinda true.) 

First things first, when you’re saying/posting/sharing/whatever-ing things on the Internet, just about anyone who bothers can go and find it, read it. You’re being watched. Every movement, every word. Recorded, scrutinized. It’s the Internet. I don’t know why people can’t get this.

And that’s where privacy settings come in. (Although, I personally do not trust privacy settings completely…My paranoia kicks in as subtly as a brick. Leave the absolutely private stuff where it belongs; in private) On Facebook, you can easily change them to your liking. To only let people tagged view, to block it from certain people, to just keep it to yourself if you’re anal. (But why put it on Facebook in the first place, then?!)

Another thing, it kinda is my business. Whatever you post goes to my homepage. You cannot expect people to not accidentally view it, okay. That’s like saying, oh, I’m just going to share a picture just for me and a friend publicly and if anyone else comments on it by accident I’m going to get really, really upset. Where’s the logic in that, people? (face palm)

“If you don’t like it, press the unfriend button.”

Oh, buddy. Do not get me started on how many times I’ve been tempted to do just that. But I rarely ever, out of respect. (…Possibly?) She was the one that sent me a friend request. I rarely every do send requests out, (I prefer people coming to me) so let me make this clear, I don’t randomly ‘get rid’ of people over small things. Maybe you do, but I don’t. When I get pissed, I like to talk about it. I almost never really take action for stuff like this. Yes, I’m all talk, and that’s about it. My bark is worse than my bite, et cetera et cetera. But you already knew what you were getting into by sending me a friend request on Facebook, right?

Great, I’m rambling again.

“She’s mad of someone else and you came here to not to help her, but to annoy her instead.”

I found this kind of true. I admit I do like annoying people and their stupid pictures on Facebook. Maybe that’s why I don’t have that many friends…But this time I wasn’t meaning any harm. Seriously. I just felt like contributing to the picture. I honestly thought it was a joke. Who takes pictures on Facebook really seriously?!

“Let me guess…you doesn’t understands what’s GTFO since you’re a keyboard warrior.”

I admit I didn’t 100% understand what a keyboard warrior was supposed to be. I shall assume it’s someone who actually types properly and prides him/herself on achieving decent (if not perfect) grammar online. And I do know what GTFO is. Hey, I try my best to keep up with all these acronyms. YOLO? I’ll take that remark as a compliment too, by the way. (Self Esteem +1)

  And my final reply was:

“Okay, fine. Byees :D  And thank you for inspiring my next blog post. I was battling with a slight case of writers' block.”

  Because, ya know. I’m not interested into talking to people who are even less open-minded than myself. Thanks to the guys who allowed me to paste their comments onto my blog without their permission. HAH! Quick reminder: you’re the one that put it on Facebook in the open, yes? You can’t not expect lunatics like me to not write blog posts about stuff like this. Consider this a lesson, a learning opportunity. Okay, enough for the next week or so. Till next time!