So Tired of Arguing With Facebook Trolls

What is it about Facebook that brings out the snarky people, the nasty people, the insulting people who troll your feed and never have anything positive or uplifting to say?

I am so sick of arguing with people over politics and religion. If I post it on my Facebook wall and you do not like it, go to your own wall and vent all you like. But if you pick a fight with me on my wall, act like an ass and threaten me, I will probably delete and block you.

My wall. My rules. And my opinions are my own – not for you to approve nor argue with.

One Unspayed Cat Becomes 36 Cats in Only 16 Months

graphic showing cat population explosion

This graphic demonstrated how important it is to spay and neuter pets. One cat has four kittens, then those kittens have kittens. One unspayed cat becomes 36 cats in only 16 months. This is why getting pets spayed and neutered is so important. Millions of unwanted cats and dogs are killed or suffering. Please do your part to control the population and reduce this population problem.

When Even Happy Birthday is Too Much Effort

Years ago I worked for a guy who’s birthday was exactly 1 week before mine. Even a third grader can figure out that 1 week equals 7 days and if your birthday falls on the 4th of the month, then mine falls on the 11th of the month.

The whole 5 years that I worked there we all made a big deal about recognizing my boss on his birthday – we hung streamers and balloons in his office, bought a bakery cake and put the right number of candles on it, and gathered in his office on his birthday to sing happy birthday to him and share the cake.

Then, 1 week later, the same celebration was for me. My employees decorated my office, they each threw in a couple of bucks and bought me a big sheet cake – but they had to guess at the number of candles, because I would not ever reveal my actual age – and we knocked off a half hour early for a little party – to which my boss was invited and attended.

After I left that hell hole for a much better position with a career path and big bump in salary, my old boss copped quite an attitude toward me. He acted like I was a traitor for leaving the company, even though I did everything I could to find a way to stay, I picked my successor and trained him thoroughly, and I made myself available by phone for questions for over a month.

Ever since I left, I have sent a birthday card or Facebook greeting to my old boss, wishing him well. But he has never reciprocated nor even thanked me directly for what I did for him. So, after all these years, I quit. I am not going to continue to try to keep a friendship alive that he cares about so little that he cannot even wish me a happy birthday.

I am sure he thinks in his own mind that he deserves all the attention and hoopla and that his lack of reciprocation is OK because he is an executive at the company. Well, it is not OK.

It only takes 10 seconds to post happy birthday on someone’s Facebook wall and Facebook tells you that it is their birthday and give you a link to their wall. If that is too much effort for him, then it is too much effort for me, as well.

No more Happy Birthdays for you, Michael Peacock. You sucked as a friend all these years and I’m done with being the only one who makes an effort to keep the friendship alive. You don’t deserve me.

Cannot Believe I am Bored

Even with the internet and cable TV, I am bored today. I can’t believe it and almost never admit that I am bored. There are a lot of things I SHOULD be doing today, but I have no motivation. I’m not sure that is the correct definition for bored or not.

Two weeks ago I got the new Playstation 4 and two games for it. I bought Call of Duty Ghosts, of course, but on the advice of several gaming friends I also bought a game called Battlefield. I have to say that CoD is great, but I think I like Battlefield better. It is hard to say why I like one game over the other. Some people like Coke and some like Pepsi – ask them why and they can’t really tell you. It is NOT because I am winning more on one. In fact, it might be the opposite reason – I find it more difficult and challenging to last long in the Battlefield game.

But I have had my fill of the PS4 today and after checking Facebook, I am sitting here wondering what to do next. I don’t want to watch football and I could care less about the Golden Globes Awards show. So, I’m not sure what to do with myself for a couple of hours tonight. I’m tired of being in the house, tired of feeling cooped up, tired of sitting on my butt. But what can I do on a Sunday night after dark?

Its All Fun and Games Until Somebody Gets Mad

Some of my Facebook friends are people I added specifically because they engage in lively conversation and debates. Most of the time people on their threads make their point with manners and facts – and sometimes humor.

When I have a lively discussion, I enforce a few basic rules. No name calling, no threats, and no vulgar words. That can be hard to do when you are in a heated exchange with someone, and especially hard when you don’t know the other person/people beyond a profile photo or avatar. It is easy to hide behind the anonymity of the internet.

Humor can be tricky, especially when you are typing and not talking. There is no sarcasm font. You can’t tell by someone’s tone of voice or facial expression if they are kidding or seriously, upset or just jerking your chain. I try to be careful in using humor, because it is all fun and games until somebody gets mad. And I don’t really want to have someone mad at me over a Facebook post.

One of my gripes about Facebook is that they insisted that you use your real name when you created a free account. That has it’s upside and it’s downside. It was easy to find people that I really do know and wanted to reconnect with. But there are some people who I don’t really want to associate with anymore – like a couple of former employers and ex-girlfriends. But I see names all day long that I know are fake or adulterated. I don’t understand why they feel they have to alter their names to be on Facebook. If they want to play anonymously, there are plenty of forums and chat rooms where they can go and use a screen name.

Facebook is supposed to be real – why ruin it?