On writing more and dealing with FB a-holes

Okay, every time I write that I’ll be writing more regularly, I don’t. But I have to maintain a minimum of writing to make this worthwhile and keep any kind of audience. So maybe I’ll try- TRY to set 2 days a week to write.

People seem stuck on appreciating Fridays, so that’ll be 1 for today. Personally, I don’t think I EVER have worked a 9-5, mon-fri job with gov’t holidays off. I have always worked in restaurants, theaters, shit that you have to or even prefer to work nights, weekends and holidays if you want to make tips.

On the same note, Mondays seem to overwhelm people because they have somehow accumulated work over the weekend, which I don’t understand if there’s no one in an office working the weekend. So it seems that everyone is just using Monday as an excuse to act overwhelmed because they piled up shit goofing around on their casual Fridays, right? Actually, there was one job I worked mon-Fridays, the off season at a theme park, as a ride mechanic rehabilitating the rides. Monday was more like planning the week to me. So I’ll try to write in this Tuesdays and Fridays. AND I just put OD as a default page tab when I open a browser.

I bitch about Facebook, but I found a feature I implemented to make it more bearable against the people I really loathe. But if you delete them, everyone will gossip. Because that’s happened a couple of times already. If I tried this before, it wouldn’t have happened. SO, first thing I did was go to my “wall” and find an annoying person. This person goes on about how great they are, how much free shit they get or how boring their job is because they get paid to sit in an office all day and dick around on the computer playing Farmville. So I discovered if you click on their comment, it gives you a PERMANENT option of blocking this person so you don’t see their narcissistic, pithy little notes on your wall/ data stream thing. POW.

Second, I’m in a situation where I post things and quite frankly I need to go to a bar once in awhile to blow off some steam and think in a public setting. First of all you need to know, this woman that I’m close to (let’s call her "M" from now on) and I aren’t friends on Facebook. She never asked, she doesn’t want to know what I’m doing. Yes, I am not in my 20’s. Fuck, I’m unemployed, I have no pride left, so I might as well write about this too. So, yes, she is fb friends with mutual acquaintances that do- DID read about my bar exploits. That’s the second juicy feature of fb that’s my new friend.

So, as if I were to make a note, there‘s a security menu option that looks like a little padlock. It gives you an option- as a default setting(!!!) to block someone from getting your posts. Voila! I blocked everyone that gossips to M about what I’m doing. She even mentioned in so many words that when someone starts talking about my posts, she gets annoyed. So that’s saying they talk to her about it quite a bit. It’s like we’re in fucking high school. And she managed to even avoid talking about why she doesn’t want to friend me. Well played, M, well played. She’s also my landlord.

Eventually, if not already, I will find out that people will be doing this to me, people that I want to know about and am interested in. People I thought were my friends. Technology fucks you in a way where as soon as you get to use the cool new feature, someone uses it against you. All the way back to *69 on phones. I was happy to have that when it first came out. Then you could block your number rendering *69 useless. The whole point of myspace was to go on someone’s profile and see all the shit they write about. Then they had a blocked profile function that may show you a picture and a means to get added. FB does that, too.

I read a book on this guy that basically just wrote about all his drinking stories. It’s written in the same style as HIMYM. It has bros and drinking stories, and people that have attained legendary status for doing something that you only do at parties or bars or clubs. It pissed me off because I could have very well written that book. It’s like I’m over a decade too late to cash in on that. But I can. I can write about my adventures in the Neon city. I can write about living life, like how to deal with a roommate and my dating years. I actually got thru a couple of chapters in that purposely unnamed author’s book and started over again taking notes. I took like SEVEN pages of notes. And I’m talking about both sides and each page folded up into 4 columns to a side. THAT many notes of my own memories triggered by what I read. So I have to shuffle ot around to a different framework and I can cash in. Right?