I am damned tired of:
Vaguebooking. Do you want attention or don’t you? Do you have something to say or not? This coy bullshit is not clickbait, it’s hate-bait.
Anti-posters. Pissing all over stuff other people enjoy and hold dear, when that stuff does no direct harm or is not in your personal path, is the mark of a low person. Feel free to voice your negative-as-hell opinions of Valentine’s Day, religious faith, people who say “Happy Holidays” instead of “Merry Christmas”, or what have you, but maybe save it until people are not in the thick of their happy moment. It is your right to be churlish, but it shouldn’t be a goal.
Competitive righteousness. How dare people get upset about stray pets / ebola / whatever when VETERANS (children / stray pets / whatever) are DYING EVERY DAY? — Look, folks, it’s not a race. All those things are bad. People do as much as they can, when they can, for whatever touches their hearts. It is not unjust or immoral for people not to sit down and rank all the misery in the sick, sad world so they can save it. You do your part. Fire up folks for your cause all day. But don’t piss on people for not having a fit about exactly what you want and when you want it. Jesus.
Relentless self promotion. Yeah, it’s still driving me nuts. Friends with charities and Kickstarters and GoFundMes and all that, sure, fine; I can do it or not. But boy howdy am I tired of seeing certain folks’ non-stop – – – non – fucking – stop – – – stream of Check Out My Awesome Self. Looking at your own ass in the mirror all day long and posting about it is what a baboon would do if you gave her a smartphone. That is a lovely hiney, for sure, but I already got the first hundred memos and more are not needed. I don’t mind blocking you but I feel guilty ignoring what is so clearly a cry for help.
Relentless bitching. Again, really non-stop. And it’s so often bitching about other people. This is particularly poignant for the folks who spend all day on FB snarling and hissing and then add regular entries about how they can’t find love. So often the answer is right there in front of you. Maybe if you weren’t busy staring at your own tush you could see it.