Facebook Overshare

I share a lot of shit on this blog, mostly because it is entertaining. But I also feel

that there is such a thing as over share. Maybe it’s just me, but I was raised in a house where some things are just personal. We were also taught from a young age, that to wash your dirty laundry in public is common.  You might not have money but you do have your dignity and all that. Because of this I am also not a person that can share a bathroom with my husband. We will shower together or bath together like any normal couple, but that is where I draw the line. I have never been one of those people that can brush my teeth while my husband (or any of my previous partners for that matter) is using the loo. It is fucqing disgusting. Nee sies man. Bathroom time is private time. Back to my point.

I share things that I think are funny or on the odd occasion, some prick whom I actually don’t even deem worthy enough to speak to, pisses me off and I might say something or dedicate a blog to him/her/it.

You don’t see me screaming at people on Facebook who have angered me. You don’t see me talking shit about people that offended me on Facebook. You don’t see me sharing my bowel movements on Facebook. You don’t see me targeting people with lawsuits on Facebook. You actually don’t know that much about my personal life by just my Facebook.

It’s not because I am shy. I think I have established that much. It’s not because I am overly private. But a lady has to have class. No of course I don’t have a vagina. By lady I mean that in everyday life I am more often than not, more feminine and also a lady has an air of mystery to her. If you don’t understand this, then…fucq I don’t know.

Yes okay I swear like a trooper. But that is all just part of my sparkling personality. I saw a meme once that said: “I do not spew forth profanities. I enunciate every fucking word like a lady” That is pretty much me.

It doesn’t often happen that I scroll through my Facebook feed and read what others have to say. I don’t know where people find the time to do that. Most nights I work till like 1am and I am up and going again by 7am. I am either working on Steampunked-Z (my steampunk business) or on Notrenlim Phoenix Academy (my Pagan school) or on whatever it is that I am working on. I don’t have time to read what all of you have to say. People often ask me: “Did you read my Facebook?”…yes, because I live to read your Facebook. No I didn’t. Sorry it is not that I am rude, it is just that I don’t have time to scroll through endless amounts of feeds and read them all.

On the rare occasion though I have an hour or so free and I decide to scroll…Shock…

This weekend I decided, fucq that I am just not going to work myself to a standstill. So through the course of the weekend I was very active on Facebook. Well for me it was very active. I decided to read the feeds and like the photo’s and play the ”quizzes”. I was however mortified. The shit that some people share on Facebook. I blushed. Me blush? OMG! Serisously?

 You want everyone to know these things about you? Your stool samples and your families stool. You want everyone to know that you are a raging bitch that can at any point go off at any of your friends if they don’t do what you want them to do? You want people to know that at a drop of a hat you can gossip about them, not even behind their fucqing back but on Facebook. You want everyone, including your partner, to know what a cunt you think he/her/it is?

Now before all you friends start calling and messaging me about who was mean to me, none of this was aimed at me. It is just random shit I saw people are confessing to on Facebook. When you go off about someone on Facebook, it in fact says nothing to me about that person, but everything about your integrity and level of class. When you share your bowel movements, go see a fucqing doctor. There is something wrong with you. And if you have seen the doc, don’t share it for sympathy. I don’t want to know the texture and colour of your shit. I don’t even want to know that about my husband or my cats. Why the fucq do I want to know it about you? Stop looking for online sympathy and talk to a human friend and if that human friend is only contactable online do it in private. When shit hits the fan (no pun intended here) don’t scream about it. Sure if you are telling people that you lost your job and can anyone help you find a new one, that’s awesome. That’s what networking is for. But I don’t need to know what a cunt your boss is and what you hope happens to him/her/it. Have some class. Some decorum.

Facebook has united us in so many great ways, but in many ways it has brought me to stand next to you while you are taking a dump. I think in general, social networking has made us (well some of you, not me) loose touch with what is real in life. Please don’t get me wrong, I also share my moments that I deem important enough. I do however share the private stuff with actual people and not virtual accounts. I saw a post one day that said “Just because we are only Facebook friends doesn’t mean it is not real.”Of course it is not fucqing real. Again, how much do you really know about my personal life by just looking at my Facebook? You only see what I want you to see.

I am truly sorry if this blog offends you. The truth only hurts when it ought to.  No I am not a saint. But there are lines that sometimes must be drawn. If you now feel you need to ‘unfriend’ me on Facebook, please do. I mean really, please do. I have a real life and to me Facebook is only for recreational purposes, when I have the time.

For the rest of you, Have a stunning Monday and I hope we chat again soon.

xxx