Who Are You?

I'm getting worse, I'm going through an angry phase. It's definitely due to my stress levels rising with the pending exams growing ever closer, and maybe not having a cigarette for a few days is also a contributing factor. But that's only because I'm determined to convince myself that I'm not addicted anymore, which I'm not, as proved by me not wanting one right now. Although my apparent decremented dopamine levels tell me that they may have had a temporary impact on my brain, just a tad, but I just need to push through it. 


I became one of those "keyboard badmen" yesterday, you know when someone gets all loud on the internet to you yet you know if you were standing right next to them they wouldn't dare say any of it. Yeah well, I sort of did that except Im okay with it because it had to be done over the internet. You see, I know I shouldn't mention the "F" Word on here because I may be bombarded by angry blogger addicts who can't believe I would even mention it. I say this because I have got the impression that, even in my limited time here, most bloggers hate Facebook. 


But anyway, I was on Facebook and I get a friend request. I click on it to see who it is. It's a girl. She isn't too bad. I recognise her, is it from work? I decide to add her because I think I know her, and she's hot so why not. So I add her and begin to tear myself apart morally by flicking through her pictures to see if I know her, turns out I don't. I engage in conversation with the girl with a blunt "Who are you?". Nothing. No reply all night. 


So the next day I'm cheating on all the bloggers once more by going onto Facebook and engaging in a conversation with an acquaintance of mine, her choice not mine, and she brings up that she thinks her friend added me. I tell her she did. We converse from here about why added me - strange the girl didn't tell me this herself -  and apparently they told her where I worked and she thought I was hot. Interesting. This is immediately sounding like she's desperate. Desperate. So after hearing this useless piece of information being a desperate little girl one year younger than me she logs on to your Anti-christ Facebook and finds Frenk. She clicks send request. I naively accept and here we are. I just found out why she added me. 


Now, I bring my next actions down to the fact that I have been nicotine starved for a couple of  days now, I have a relatively short fuse anyway and little tolerance for a girl who adds someone out of nowhere and then does not engage in slight conversation explaining why she added him. That to me is just fucking rude. Therefore, I had reason to become this "keyboard badman" that I loath due to the fact that it was because she was adding me on Facebook without knowing me that was fucking me off, and as I do not know her the only was to express my annoyance was through Facebook chat, the device that lets you down more than a Lancia Beta. My words to her are as follows:

"Right listen, I don't know you, you don't know me. Yes I know, you know someone I know and visa versa, but really I couldnt give a shit. Add me when you actually fucking know me."

Now this may have been a bit over the top but I was angry and so far I was the only one who had attempted to communicate with her, and she had added me! Therefore I feel my actions were completely justified. 


I cannot believe I just posted something entirely devoted to shouting at a girl adding me on Facebook.