Getting trolled by a random friend-of-a-friend on social media
Oh the woe's of social media and all it's trolls it tends to yield.. THIS is why I love and hate social media. But I can't even lie...
I, like many others, can easily spend hours upon hours perusing social media sites such as Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Ello and others of the like just to kill some time, but I swear some folks take it to whole new level and do nothing but Facebook all day. Real talk folks... You know who you are and you can't deny that every single time you think about posting or sharing something on your wall, you undoubtedly type some bullshit out, edit it once, re-read it, edit it twice, re-read it, edit a third time, think about how your other "friends" will respond, how many "likes" you'll get and how fucking cool you'll feel that you got 100 people to respond to your whack-ass post and/or picture.
When it comes down to it, these sad sad sad individuals are the bane of my existence and probably lead a boring and basic-ass life in the suburbs of hell, possess poor social skills and have insecurities up their ass to boot.
This afternoon I was randomly the victim of some troll-fuckery when I made a stupid comment on a friend's photo of a Guy Fieri restaurant in Las Vegas. My non-threatening comment: "Good God, I hope you ate there and had something that was "Out of Bounds!"
IF you've actually ever watched any of Guy Fieri's shows on Food Network (as a "fan" or to merely make fun of his fugly 1997 bleached hair) then you know exactly what I'm referring to. If you don't, then you don't... No big deal, right?
Somehow, this double-deucer former Border's cashier friend of a friend of mine decided to run her mouth and snap back with some dumb ass comment that proves she has no idea what the fuck I was (jokingly) talking about. Why she decided to troll me? Who fucking knows... maybe because I'm not a 250 pound white bitch who's obsessed with cats like she is?
Anyway.. this just proves that the cowardly passive-aggressive shit talkers of the world wide web aren't going anywhere anytime soon and they will always be present on all platforms of social media. So, a big "THANKS" to social media for creating more internet-vocal/real-life-anti-social weirdo's who troll the internet. No really thanks... Now I'm going to have to go and hit a bitch in the mouth in real life.
Don't troll me unless you want to get put on blast. Here's the fatty that tried to step to me on the fucking internet of all places. Really? Come on girl......
"We don't commit now. We can order up a human being in the same way we can order up pad thai on Seamless. We think intimacy lies in a perfectly-executed string of emoji."
This little snippet truly made me sad and leaves me wondering if I'll ever be able to find that genuine, inconvenient, over the top, in it forever and ever type of love. I'd like to keep thinking that it does exist, but sometimes reality makes me think otherwise and I become pessimistic all over again.
On "Life In Your 30's In The Bay Area Is Confusing"
Shockingly, another good read from The Bold Italic.
The author of this little dilly, Robin, is pretty spot on when discussing the many new-found difficulties you reach once you exit your twenties and enter your thirties. Shit like having a solid career on lock, getting married (or getting close to it), having babies, buying a home- all of the things you thought you'd never have to deal with until much much much later in life. Well.. my little twenty-something bubble has finally burst and these new-found "issues" seem to be popping up out of nowhere and truly, unexpectedly.
For instance, buying a new car. Not mentioned in her article, but certainly somewhat of a "major" purchase to some, such as myself. I've owned my cute little Magnesium Metallic 2004 Honda Civic LX since 2004 and it's only now that she's beginning to give me a headache and have a huge impact on my wallet. Sadly, there are a handful of people in their mid to late twenties that have already purchased or maybe even leased one to two cars by now, but my frugal ass is sticking with my baby civic until she goes kaputt. After a mini-breakdown with the car a few weeks ago, I decided that it was about that time to start looking into, or at least start considering getting a new(er) vehicle. Generally, folks around my age have pristine (or at least good enough) credit scores and a savings in place to do what they want, but this soon-to-be thirty-one year old is still trying to pay off credit card debt, school loans and still working on bumping up that god-awful number we call a credit score. I can't help but find myself feeling a little helpless and scared as hell because I personally, do not feel like I'm up to par the rest of America's thirty year old crowd. Is is because I live in a city where everyone seems to be suffering from the Peter Pan Syndrome? Or is it because I'm subpar to the rest of my peers? Either way, it's a shitty feeling and it does tend to put a little damper on my otherwise, upbeat spirit.
Anyhow.. I thank you Robin for putting this honest article out. I can attest that there are LOTS of us out there who totally feel your pain (and me being one of them).
I typically hate reading anything from The Bold Italic because for the most part, their articles are written by 20-something year old transplant interns, fresh out of college and more likely, new to the city. But I have to admit, this article resonates with me, despite my 12+ year residency in San Francisco.
To the author, Wendy Steiner- I completely empathize with you and THANK YOU for writing this piece. If there's any kind of "advice" that I can offer, all I can say is that even in your 30's, it's still hard as fuck to come across one single genuine human being with whom you can relate to in this city. Seriously. I mean, sure, you can meet a shit-ton of people who have the same interests and hobbies as you do, but it truly is difficult finding real people who will actually give a fuck about you years from now. What I've learned in the decade+ that I've been here is that everyone, and I mean everyone, has an ulterior motive to "friending" you. It may not be completely evident at the time, but that's where trial and error comes into play. You kind of have to "test the waters" so to speak and hang out with different groups and types of people to find out what you do and don't like and use the process of elimination to weed out the fakes and moochers. It's a harsh, difficult and oftentimes disappointing process, but wouldn't you rather have one legit "ride or die" friend than hundreds or even thousands of flighty friends who are only there when it benefits them?
When I moved to San Francisco in 2002 I was quite the extrovert. I went out all of the time and socialized with different groups of people. I hosted dinner parties and went to shows almost every other night- I was quite the social butterfly! But that all came to an end when the economy tanked in 2008 and I lost my awesome job managing a furniture showroom in the SFDC. In what I consider my biggest "time of need", I found that nearly 90% of my "friends" fell off the face of the planet.. Not because they had their own shit going down, not because they were too busy to hang out, just because...... One can only assume it's because I no longer had a job and therefore, didn't have the expendable income to blow on happy hours, sushi dinners, shoe shopping, shows, drugs, etc. To this day, I still don't have any clear or honest answers and I still have not talked to these people. But hey, their loss right? ;)
Anyway... here's the article I'm referring to:
What it's like being lonely in SF
I encourage everyone to read this and take a moment to put yourself in this woman's shoes before you go off on some tangent about how she should "put herself out there more often". Because believe it or not uber cool social hipsters of San Francisco, it ain't that easy meeting genuine folks in adulthood, especially in the city.
Just ended a tear-jerker skype call with my sister. Tomorrow she will be putting down her first fur-baby, Isis. Isis had a wonderful, long life with Candice (and my parents) and will forever be in our hearts. I love you so much mighty girl!! May you rest in peace😭😪😩😫😞😔💕🐱
I don't know how many times I've said this before, but I'll say it again- PARENTS are ultimately responsible for the actions of their children, period.
With the most recent case of 22 year old Elliot Rodger's who stabbed, shot and killed multiple innocent young people in Santa Barbara- I firmly believe that his parents are accountable for some of his actions and most certainly could have prevented this from ever happening.
"How's that?" you ask? Well, here's what I think:
Most, but not all problems, that a child, teenager or young adult experiences generally stem from something fucked up or traumatic from their past. It may or may not even be directly correlated to their relationships with their family and/or upbringing within said family, however, I do believe that it is the parent's sole responsibility to identify any "problems" or "issues" that their child may be facing or experiencing and to address them immediately. Plain and simple. If you are unable to identify and realize that your child may possess some sort of problem then I think you've failed to fulfill your duties as a parent. The job of being a parent is quite demanding and requires all your attention, 24/7. One does not merely stop becoming a parent; once you've become a mother or a father you're a lifer. There are no breaks. And while I am not a parent myself, I can't even fathom how one would not be able to notice something wrong or slightly off kilter with their child.
According to reports, Elliot's father had been contacting police and proper authorities well before the killings occurred and allegedly, the police did nothing about it. My thoughts- if the police aren't going to do anything about it, other than send someone over to "check-in" on him, then why didn't his father take precautions into his own hands and go there himself to intervene? Or better yet, why did his parents agree to send him away to college, knowing that their son had a mental illness? Why didn't his well-off Hollywood producer/father hire a caretaker or someone to look after this troubled young man? Why didn't they pull him out of school and put him into some sort of treatment center? I'm sure that there are numerous reasons why they proceeded the way that they did, but come on folks.. If it smells like shit, chances are- it is shit.. know what I mean?
After spending countless hours re-reading all of the news articles, re-watching all of the local stations with ground-breaking news about this developing story, I can't help but think that his parents had all of the warning signs in front of them, but failed to take swift action. Rather than trying to resolve whatever issues their son seemed to have, Elliot's parents merely enabled it by giving him a BMW in college, perhaps to make him feel like he belonged, and I'm sure, everything else his heart so desired (except for women, of course). But hey, this is all just MY opinion on things- you can take it with a grain of salt, or not.
At the end of the day- Elliot Rodger's was a privileged, socially awkward little fuck-tard bitch who so desperately wanted to belong, but wasn't cool enough and ultimately, took it out on a bunch of innocent people.
If you haven't already watched his final infamous youtube video, please do. You can clearly see how blind-sighted he is about humanity and what it means to have true happiness in life (which apparently means losing your virginity in college and being loved by women).
Thank god you decided to take yourself out before someone else had to. You did the world a huge favor, Elliot.
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