Facebook is Muy Importante

It always bothers me when people think Facebook is where we all go when we die. In other words, heaven. It’s serious business, people, like, OMG! Just recently, I was unfriended for probably the dumbest reason in the world, but what do I know? It’s not that I assume anything over the Internet like some people. There could be a logical reason, but I’m just not seeing it.

You know those annoying posts you see all over Facebook, where one of your friends says those little sweet things about their significant other? Usually I couldn’t really care less, but it’s specifically the ones that don’t specify who they’re talking about, and simply substitutes the word “you” where their significant others name should be.

This friend of mine posted something like “I saw a full moon tonight, and it reminded me of you” I made a play off the words alone, and commented, “Thanks…I guess.” that’s not where I was unfriended, I shall continue.

I’m not the only friend of hers that commented. Another person asked, “your boyfriend is a werewolf?” (Another play on the original posts words, Full Moon). I didn’t say anything yet, I did after the next comment though. Instead of simply saying so is her brother, or her brother is too, the poster stated “her brother, too” Oh, this it too good. The two in succession: “Your boyfriend is a werewolf? Her brother, too” Anyone care to guess what I said next? “Wait, your boyfriend is your brother?”

Snarl snarl, lol. That sparked up the anger, not really sure why, entirely. Everyone else was entitled to joke around but me. Guess that’s just the way it is sometimes on Facebook. It’s serious business, 4 SRS, PPL!

You wanna talk about actual serious matters talk to me, ask me about how I’m getting a divorce and how my Grandpa recently stopped recognizing me altogether. Then maybe Facebookland won’t seem like the place we go to when we die.

PEACE

The Beginning of the End

If life was a book…what would yours say on the back?

Well when it came to my life story, some might say its a mess of jumbled up words on paper, but that’s because they haven’t finished reading it yet. You see you aren’t the only person reading your life story, everyone around you is as well. Depending on how invested they are in your life. If your family and friends know anything about you, then they too, are reading your story. Though they might be skimming it.

My story started off a pretty predictable story. This story about a kid who thought he was unloved because bullies picked on him day in and day out. How he had nightmares of terrible things that would happen to him, and then wondered if maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t be a bad thing to happen after all.

Throughout life, my story went from a tragedy, to a romance, to a thriller, to a mystery, to a horror, back to a tragedy again. When I first started to read this story, nothing seemed to signify that it would be anything surprising, but that wasn’t the case. With every good book, comes some good plot twists, and boy were there some good plot twists. And bad ones, as with anybodies LIFE.

Anyways, it would seem, since I finished my story, it had a twist ending. I won’t ruin it, as that would spoil the end for everyone. No worries though, because my life story seems to be a part of a series. I just finished the first book, or the first volume, if you will. I read the summary on the back of the next book, and it seems interesting. I hate how summaries aren’t so detailed. Guess I’ll start that book soon. Maybe a month from now…two? Sometime soon.

Peace out.