I wrote an article last night about Roman numerals and their importance. Blog filler, basically. I planned to post it today. Then this shit happened. Fucking Facebook and the idiots who infect it.
As I’ve stated in the past, I’m part of a handful of Gen-X groups on Facebook. Occasionally we get some people who aren’t Gen-X that say stupid things. They oust themselves reasonably quickly.
And then sometimes we get actual Gen-Xers who should have turned in their Gen-X card a long time ago.
Today, I give you Terry. He’s an example of what NOT to do when joining a Facebook group, not only as a Gen-Xer but at any age.
TTYS? What are you? A thirteen-year-old girl? Why not just toss out TTYL instead? Or, in your case, LYLAS. You left out the hearts and smiley faces. And learning the group? Shit, TMack, learn the fucking internet first. Announcement posts are on the list of things that will get you ostracised regardless of the group.
Here’s my reply and a few of the follow-ups.
I guess I can’t say it any more plainly than that. I must be careful how far I’ll push the envelope on Facebook and Twitter. Sometimes I cross the line and spend time in Facebook or Twitter jail. In fact, I did so on Twitter yesterday for six hours in response to a British publication giving Prince Harry the business for being such a little self-important douchebag. I posted, “It’s about time someone slapped down that ginger bitch.”
Twitter’s algorithms took my words out of context and flagged them as inciting violence. Of course, anyone with an ounce of common sense understands that I used the word ‘slapped’ in a figurative context, not a literal one.
Besides, Meagan and Harry are trash and need to go the fuck away for good. No one cares.
Just like TMack and his announcement post.
Listen, Terry and anyone else who thinks they are so fucking important that they treat Facebook groups like a fucking airport, just…don’t. You look like an ass, and no one cares. You are opening up yourself to a world of ridicule. I didn’t show them here, but the blowback for our friend Terry extended beyond me. Most of them were memes expressing that no one cared.
The only thing funnier, if not equally frustrating, and I expect from Terry soon, is the departure post. Still not an airport, fuckers. No one cares. And in half of those cases, they don’t actually leave but stay behind to see the comments. More narcissism. I really have fun with those.
“Oh, no! Please don’t leave! Please? I promise to change. I don’t know how I’ll ever get through this life without your wisdom and guidance. Tell me what I need to do to make you stay!”
That usually rattles their chain. Trolling is an art, and I’m fucking Picasso, bitch!
In fact, these airport announcers ought to do what I did. Start a blog and say whatever the hell you want. But at least try to tell a story with a direction that the reader might find somewhat amusing.
Me? I don’t care if anyone reads mine or not. I don’t care what anyone thinks about me or what I say. Based on this site’s analytics, more people are reading than I expected, and that’s cool. I won’t say no. But my expectations were few if any.
I’m a writer, and I like to write. That’s it. If you’re along for the ride, then great! If not, oh well.
What I won’t do and that you’ll never see me do is write some stupid as fuck post on Facebook announcing my arrival with irrelevant details about where I live and what my nickname is. I’m shocked our friend TMack didn’t give us his mother’s maiden name and social security number while telling the world he exists. That information would have been more useful.
Ditto for departures. You won’t even know I’ve left. When I’ve had enough of the bullshit, I’m done. Bye. Kind of like real life.
So, Terry? It’s time to turn in your Gen-X card, bub. Go on TikTok and see if the Millennials or Zs will adopt you. You’re more their speed.
