I Hate FaceSpace, or MyBook, or Whatever it is

On each of the last three days I've left a comment on the negative-toned status update that has bothered me most.

For example, my sister in-law bitched about annoyong cell phone ring tones at work so I wrote "Are you feeling irritable?"

To a grad student "friend" who bitched about what a bitch her grad school schedule is I wrote, "Go to California or maybe even Hawaii. Surf a little. Eat some fruit. Get a tan, fercrissakes. The rest of your life can wait -- it has no choice."

Between those two comments, I made a comment about the purposelessness of road rage to someone who was angry about getting flipped off for honking after being cut off in traffic.

3 for 3, they deleted their original posts, and nobody's unfriended me yet.

I'm probably blocked, and that's okay. Unfriending's even okay, actually.

God knows I've bitched and God knows I don't mind witnessing a well-pitched bitch.

But.

If someone's ring tone is so annoying to you that you have to post about it on MyFace, you've got deeper issues with that person than their ring tone, and if you have to work with that person 7 days a week, you'd better get your fat head out of your puny ass and figure out what your problem is.

Most people go to grad school for more interesting and more productive reasons than to fulfill their narcissistic martyr complexes, I hope. Otherwise, you're wasting those grants and loans and I think you're an idiot.

As for road rage, traffic is NEVER personal. It's about getting from here to there, and doing so safely. That means going with the flow, finding your zen, being responsive rather than reactive. Horns are for warning, not for scolding or correcting. Eff-bomb all you want when someone pulls out in front of you, but do not tailgate, do not sound the horn, do not flip the bird.

Otherwise, you're an asshole.

God, I hate MyFace.