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FBOOK: a place of solice, refuge and rage.
Post by Post by The Beast Girl on February 11, 2009 at 10:16 | Category: Really?One of my favorite past times is stalking people on FBOOK. I find it therapeutic (mmm … or detrimental to my mental health). The best people to stalk are the ones you are aquanaut with, maybe from high school, college or maybe they are people you were once close to but are no longer on the in-side of the circle. These are people that you don’t, can’t or won’t talk to but still enjoy, revel or take great pleasure in reading up on their menial lives.
My recent stalk is a boy I once knew. I say that like it’s been years but it’s only been 28 days. He has made it clear that he does not have the time to invest in a relationship, of any kind. Requested my friendship he did, then refused to invest the time of day. Now, given, he is quite busy and stressed and I have fully accepted he is not in a good place and should not be in a romantic relationship. Fine. However, as I was performing my daily stalking rituals, I saw one of his girl friends posted on his wall saying how fun it was to see him this past weekend. Funny. Huh…he must have found time for his other friends. He goes out on the weekends regularly but could not spend an hour to talk face-to-face two weeks ago and address our friendship, or lack there of when HE was the one who wanted a friend. I’m sorry. This FBOOK stalker bitch ain’t no one way friend.
If you’re on your knees begging, remember this: you gotta give to receive.
One Response to “FBOOK: a place of solice, refuge and rage.”
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I’m a total facebook stalker too. I too, noticed your old friend had time for other girls and not you. WTF. Boys suck. Why can’t they just be honest and not let you realize they suck via facebook.
Oh… and that last sentence. OMG. Made me think some weird thoughts about being on your knees and giving. Oh dear…
