Okay, so yesterday, I made a facebook status. About a lot of things. I guess there’s no harm in being honest here. Or if there is, hopefully, people will at least be able to separate my opinion from their opinion of me. I really don’t think the seniors are behaving like adults, I think that their outrage at their commencement speaker is a little, well, pathetic. At first I was on board with them, but the multiple petitions, the various dramatic facebook statuses about how this is “THE WORST DAY EVER,” et cetera, just really got on my nerves. And I responded a little poorly, I admit, because I made a status saying “you’re all actually pathetic,” and while I was being genuine, I was mostly annoyed with myself for the fact that I was even annoyed at all. Because let’s face it, if I’m getting butthurt over other peoples’ sadness and frustration—which is VALID, I mean their commencement speaker does admittedly suck—then I’m the one that’s truly pathetic.
That wasn’t explicit in the status, though, because contrary to popular belief I don’t write my statuses for the masses, I write them for myself.
Anyway, this douchenozzle from high school, who not only have I (a) actively disliked p much since I met him, but (b) dislike even more for the manner in which he broke up with one of my “close” friends, got butthurt over the fact that he thought I was calling him pathetic. Thus ensued a lengthy facebook whatchamacallit, in which I mostly just babble on and on about how irritated I am that he’d call me out on something this moronic. On something he’s not even at all invested in! Like, get over yourself boyfran’!
I hate facebook drama, but I love facebook drama, and this is delicious. But I’m just sooooo irritated.