Never argue politics with a monkey, you aren’t going to get a good argument and it just frustrates the monkey and at some point he will unfriend you on Facebook. (Not a racial comment, but kind of a smack at what passes for intelligence nowadays.)
I got a serious hard on over the idea that I could offend people to the point of unfriending me on Facebook.
So I spent my whole week attacking people’s heartfelt beliefs.
Abortion? I argued both sides on the same comment thread, loud and arrogantly.
Blue vs Red? Again, I was a duplicitous, hypocritical shithead to anyone who would listen.
Hell, mid-week I was claiming that Girlscout cookies were a plot of the Russians, 2 comments later I posted video of Vlad Putin doing judo and claimed that I had changed my rescue dog’s name from Buttercup to Putin. (Side note: I don’t have a rescue dog named Buttercup. I have a collection of angry wolf pics that I claim is my dog. Its just to stir up shit with my simple minded animal rescue friends. Hysterical.)
The tally by the end of the week was 4 people unfriended me and a special 5th unfriended then texted me, calling me a cunt. (I have not figured out if I am offended yet.)
My favorite comment of the week was to a, for lack of a better term, Libtard that had the annoying habit of insulting people and then being a pussy and claiming he wasn’t.
The line that preceeded my comment was his.
“I thought thought this was America, freedom of speech and all that.” (In the context of the discussion, it was condescending and douchie)
“Try not to think, its not your strength and it only makes my dick itch. Shut your dick holder and be quiet, the adults are talking.”
Unfriended in under one minute from when I pressed enter, a new record.
All in all, its been a fun week.
There is a part of me that really should be questioning whether or not this is a good thing.
Except that I don’t care.
I mean, the people who unfriended me are not really going to be missed, so I can’t see a downside to this.
But my disappointment is huge.
I am of the firm opinion that you, in a certain sense, can be judge by the acquaintances you keep.
If they can’t be challenged on what they claim is their core beliefs without unfriending people, what does that say about me?
Why was I ok with friending that weak minded piece of shit in the first place?
I blame myself.
If I could keep up that kind of pace, I could be totally FB friendless by my birthday.
And wouldn’t that be awesome?
If you are confused, let me explain.
See, Facebook isn’t real.
If I know you in real life, we are varying degrees of friends.
But, on Facebook?
It is iffy that you exist at all.
But you are definitely there for my amusement.
This is not as sociopathic as you think.
Its more of an eccentric continual search for amusement.
Harmless and amusing.
Just not for you.