The One Where Having an Opinion = Being Full of Hate in Everything Else

I am full of hate. At least according to some woman who does not know me and made the diagnosis from one Facebook comment. Funny thing is, there is so much I hate about social media, yet my comment arose not from hate but from utter frustration and annoyance. And the “hate” continued in the form of attacking me for my honesty and bluntness. There is no way to sugar coat calling someone out. I refuse to fight with these women on Facebook or any other online forum. That is one of those things I have learned and am okay with. I actually am not viewing any other comments or replies to my comment. I only know about the hate one because I was clearing my notifications and saw the word hate and my name.

It is funny when one thing triggers a full on avalanche of emotions. I spent another hour going through twitter and YouTube unsubscribing/unfollowing people. The fact is I have been very disenchanted with both of late and find myself more and more put off by people and it takes time away from all of the other things I want to do. I spend all this time on social media when in fact it is no longer social. It is simply people sharing others ideas over and over and then getting pissed off when people won’t let something go. It is a forum for people to condemn politics without the whole picture and/or only hearing and sharing what they want. It is people posting hoax links and stories. It is people sharing funny memes that are not even funny. It is my cousin begging for free shit and complaining that she doesn’t have money. It is my other cousin posting all of her problems in the vaguest way possible and then posting a meme about not sharing your problems. It is bandwagon sports fans who come out when “their” team is doing well and disappearing when they lose. It is men on twitter posting over and over a photo of a live television oops moment of a naked athlete and then tweeting “Like you’ve never seen a dong before. Grow up”. It is people trolling for sympathy because they have a cough or because someone died a few years ago. If anything people should feel sorry for them because their life is so baseless that they troll for sympathy on the internet. It is a shit show of emotions and none of them seem to be happy.

I must have missed the clause in the Terms of Agreement for putting yourself on social media that states that you are only allowed to comment with happy glowing unicorn rainbow fart comments. You are not allowed to answer truthfully or disagree with ANYONE. You are not supposed to point out blatant errors and others ignorance. I didn’t know I was supposed to put on my rose colored glasses and spray my keyboard with the fragrant aroma of happiness and roses. I must have missed the day in orientation where you are hated on for believing that everyone is truthful and honest.

Then there is this…

I am trying to decide if I should be upset that I was not automatically added to our class reunion group on Facebook. Actually it started as a class page and then was morphed into a reunion page since one of the big ones is coming up. I don’t plan on going, but it would have been nice if the assholes had remembered I was in their graduating class. How hard is it to go through the yearbook and search for people on Facebook? We didn’t have THAT big of a class. Actually ours was one of the smaller ones to graduated (365 sounds like it might be right. Of course that is the number of days in a year, so…). Still less than 400 plus they already had people they are “friends” with. I had to request to join. Honestly that is kind of a slap in the face. Not as much had they not added me, but still it stings a bit. As I said, I am not going because I don’t do social things like that and because I have zero friends from my class. I really just want to know what they are going to do and how much they are going to gouge their “friends” for. I guess my name badge would read “Hi I am: Cynical Hater”

Moving on…

My office goes from clean to disaster as soon as I walk in the door. I have worked on zero projects and my desk looks like I made 18 cards! I do have to make some this weekend. I am going to put together a project bin before I go to bed. Even if I don’t go to bed until 5:00 a.m., I am going to get that done.

My desk at my office is no better. My goal every day is to leave it as clean as possible. Some days it is not possible and I leave it a huge mess. That is the worst thing and it gnaws at me all night. Today it was mostly clean when I left. Tomorrow, barring any major projects/problems, it will be spotless with only my pending items left out neatly organized in a folder.

Things have been so crazy and I have been working on so many projects that when I went to make labels today I remembered I had made labels a few days ago but could not remember what for. I could not find any new files with labels. I had to write a note on my daily sheet that read “What did I make labels for a few days ago?” I finally remembered it was for rental agreements for our clean and sober residence. Seriously spent so much time trying to find folders when they are stored in a binder. This is my life. This afternoon I spent an hour looking through everything for my batch register. I went through my recycling twice. I did finally find it in a place I looked in three times! I thought it would ease up a bit, the craziness, but now I am beginning to think it is the new way of life. Time to adapt anew.

Sigh…somewhat of a relief.