Butthurt.

Yep, I'm deleting you due to butthurt.

You have never commented on any of my major life events.  You have never taken any notice of my pictures, my posts, my tags, my kids, my husband (who was also a friend of yours)... you've never replied when I've commented on anything of yours.  You've never said happy birthday -- not that I even care about those -- but still. 

This stuff happens, especially when someone isn't an avid Facebooker, but I always thought we were friends.  We have a good history, and have never had any falling outs.  You were one of the people I looked forward to seeing the most when I went to get my coffee every day.  I was one of your biggest fans when you decided to join AA/NA.  I used to tease you about your dad, and jokingly threatened to become your stepmom.

But I'm feeling ignored, and feeling like an asshole for even trying to keep a conversation going.  It's clear that our interactions are over, and I'm not one to be a sad case.  I'll move on.

You Can't Make This Stuff Up

Today's deletion nominated herself.  Read on, and note that other that removing names and pictures, not a word has been altered.

Is this true? If so... someone shoot his black ass!!!.
It was announced that there will not be Christmas trees at the White house this year. They will be called Holiday Trees. Obama says this is no longer a Christian Country, it's a country of many faiths. As Americans must send a message to Obama that this Country was founded on Christian beliefs and we are STILL a Christian Country...

Friend 1: that history part is true Virginia was settled for religious freedom by the English a long time ago 

Me:  Did you get hacked? 

Ex-Friend:  Lol! Nope just love Christmas, and can't call the Christmas tree anything else! Just not right! Lol!

 

To which I wanted to reply, and wrestled with myself all afternoon NOT to reply, "Well then, lol, I suppose you're probably right, and that this is probably exactly what Jesus himself would have posted to his Wall.  Aside from 'Kill the darkie.' Lol!"

I'm not sure the sarcasm would have been picked up on, and if it had, I'm not the type to argue with bigoted idiots, especially on the internet.  The trouble with bigoted idiots, you see, is that NOTHING YOU SAY will convince them that they are wrong.  Nothing will make them the least bit introspective -- which is what I was leaning toward with the question about hacking (as in "Did some bigoted idiot post to your page when you weren't looking, because I can't believe that a rational, intelligent person would post this shit for everyone to see").  I gave her a chance to backpedal, or even to step back and reconsider what she may have posted hastily and thoughtlessly earlier in the day, or in a different mood.  No dice.

The shame is, I'd enjoyed having this online friend.  I'd never seen anything like this from her before, so I'm shocked and disappointed.  She seems to have some absolutely wonderful, generous, selfless kids -- and I'm being entirely sincere -- so she must be doing something right.  All we can do is hope those apples roll far away from the tree.   

 

Fallen behind again

1.  Um, maybe you were a cheerleader?  And once my mother made a point of telling me you worked at Bellevue, and I had NO CLUE who she was talking about.  That's how tight we were.

2.  We were pals when we were four or five.  You showed me your mom's bra, and we played doctor hiding under your bed.  I think we were riding (both on the front seat, sharing a seat belt?!?) in your mom's car when I saw my first solar eclipse after preschool one day.  And our history beyond that is largely non-existant.  I think you were one of the "hey look, there's ___" friends I made when I first joined the 'Book.

3.  We were in the same Girl Scout Troop.  And the same class in 4th grade.  Once I picked up your dog Muffin's poop off of your bedroom floor because I thought it was a rubber fake poop.  I mean, really, who leaves real poop on the floor?!?

4.  Creepy not-housemate that was always around my (shared) house.  Door-guy at my favorite bar.  Now you work at my ex-job.  Always on the periphery, never a friend.  And did I mention creepy?

5.  High school pizza place co-worker, who married another pizza place co-worker, had kids, divorced, and married a cheerleading friend.  And had more kids.   Not so much the hippie you once were, from the looks of things, but seemingly happy.  Good on ya. 

6.  My formerly very-close friend's sister's former best friend.  That's it.

7.  Another homeroom "H" pal.  Last interaction was a "Hey, stranger" over a year ago.  Sometimes you comment on sports.  Hmm.

8. Once upon a time, you gave me your army jacket.  When you went AWOL.  You are 6'4" and about 250 lbs.  It fit great!  ;)

Down to 250 friends!  Until next time....