Dislike This


It’s weird how you closet yourself with friends who are like you. And then you go to work, look on Facebook, walk down the street and then are startling reminded the world isn’t made up of people like you and your carefully selected friends.

It’s easy to forget that Most People Are Dickheads. For example, last night, when me and my BFFFF found ourselves in a local club/bar, lured there only by free drinks, to find ourselves surrounded by wealthy plumbers and women with no dress sense.

Me: These are not my people. We need to leave.

BFFFF: Yes, these are not our people. Let’s fucking go.

When you pull around you smart, awesome, attractive (oh, come on, as if I wouldn’t) people who can spell and talk about the Budget and shit, you forget about the stabby glassing idiots who live and breathe around you but yet don’t often register until you are walking home alone. Or in aforementioned bar/club which was terrible.

And Facebook, dear Facebook. You encounter a shitload of people you wish death and nothing better for, but also vague aquaintances who shit you to tears because they are idiots. I’m not saying they’re not in Mensa or couldn’t pass the ABC cadet exam (I couldn’t) but people who have so little cogniscience, so little understanding of their own feelings, of others or of how to fucking live at all in the real world that you dispair. And you discover some of your “friends” are massively racist/mysogenistic/arseholes.

I’m not talking about you, great readers of this blog. Unless you stumbled across this by googling “Scarlett Johnasson Sex Tape”, but people who “like” and “comment” from afar and Don’t Really Care to engage on a human, face-to-face level. “Liking” something on Facebook is not the same as a phone call. As going round and giving your friends a present for their new baby and holding it in your arms. As saying to someone “how the fuck are you?” and actually wanting to know. As a kiss or a hug. As even an email saying “you ok? I’ve been thinking about you”. Like all you want, dickheads. Because actions speak louder than words. Because “liking” is easy. So much easier than real life and real people.

Get real. Don’t say shit and like shit on Facebook that you wouldn’t do in real life. Realise social media IS an extension of yourself. Hiding behind a computer is bullshit. You is you (yes I deliberately went to ‘the streets’ for that one). If you care about someone, don’t just “like”. Say something. They may think you’re a dick in any case.

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About ohhellwhatthehell

I like gin, mittens and otters, not necessarily in that order. Here's some stuff I felt like writing down when I'm not chained to a desk writing other things for a living. Please use caution when using this site; there may be sweary words, cute animals and general bullshit. Don't say I didn't fucking warn you.
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