Your life doesn't matter on Facebook

For those of you who use diaries, Twitter, and, oh hello, BLOG SITES, then good for you. For those of you who use Facebook to post some of your crushing stories, then you can find me deleting you. If you oppose to what I have to say, again, you can find me deleting you.

I apologize for my rude comments about this, but it just fascinates me how wonderful people abuse the Facebook STATUS. IT IS CALLED A FACEBOOK STATUS...NOT DIARY. NOT COUNSELOR. NOT PERSONAL THERAPIST. LET'S LEAVE IT AT THAT. If you are going to try and argue with me, don't expect a response from me arguing otherwise because I simply don't have the time and money -and care- to express my views completely. I don't understand why there are people who want to post things about their lives such as "Everyone meet at _______ and watch my ex-boyfriend try and beg on his knees for me to give back his jacket. Once a cheater always a cheater. I never loved you, you son of a $@&%^, so leave me alone. Everyone look at John Doe's Facebook and comment him that he's a liar and a cheater. I didn't think it would end this way, but it did. I don't want anyone to respond to this, so please don't. I remember when we used to run to each other, but now he is the one I run away from." Yes. ALL of this goes onto one status. STATUS. ALL OF THIS. STATUS. I have to admit that it is a tad bit interesting to see what's going on, but then it keeps going on forever.

Do you not have the dignity to post it elsewhere? Maybe, TWITTER? People have those things because they want to know every single detail about your life, and that's why they follow you and read what you say. And that's why I deleted mine. Facebook...not so much. Facebook is used to keep in touch with people. You may say the telling of your entire life is a way to keep in touch becauseNO NO NO NO IT ISN'T, IDIOTS. If you're going to talk about someone, don't flood my homepage with why your boyfriend, friend, parents, grandmother, teacher, dragon, pet, dog, dolphin, velociraptor is being such a bitch. We heard it once, we don't need to hear it again. If we wanted to hear more, there's something called "messaging", where it's private.

Also, there are people who post up their days and how it went, what they did, where they went, what time, and how. Need I say more? Get a life...or, better yet, get a Twitter or a blog account.

Awe

I think I'm going to be sick. Technically, I am sick due to the fever, and quite possibly a cold, but I am now beginning to feel nauseous because of mental feelings. I'm a strange woman, and unfortunately, as a woman, I clearly think too much. I have a wonderful load on my shoulders and I don't know how to deal with it. It's nothing major, but it's making me nauseous. I can't exactly state what my dilemma is, but I think I should just say it's time to move on. I've been keeping my head up in the clouds over someone I hardly even know and for what? There's nothing I can do about it. Oddly enough, I think we crossed paths at a theme park filled with millions of people. That's where I draw my line. He (or at least it might have been him) had his arm around a girl too. I've done my research (although I won't say what lead me to speculate...ahem, Facebook), and I believe the chances that it was him are much higher than none. Then again, I am a woman. Damn us.

This may seem a bit dramatic (just a bit?), but I honestly cannot help myself. I feel it may be genetic! I tried to tell myself that I'm being incredibly stupid, but, to be honest with you, this is taking over my life. I'm indecisive, uncooperative, mentally insane, mentally insane, confused, mentally insane...WHAT IS GOING ON WITH THIS WORLD? Everything I've just encountered couldn't have POSSIBLY been coincidence. I am seriously going crazy here. Of all places...and of all people. I mean, I would have imagined myself to come across Austin Powers than this guy at (insert theme park here). After this incident, I refuse to believe in coincidences.

I am no longer a sane woman.