Today’s prompt:
An anonymous letter to your Facebook friends. Be as snarky as you’d like. (but don’t include people’s real names.)
Dear Facebook friends, okay people of Facebook in general,
I notice you, but I feel like no one really notices me much. Granted, I’ve been reserved and withdrawn because I am tired of feeling like I am being judged by friends and family no matter what I do. I feel like no matter what I do I always screw up and it sucks.
To be honest, I write a lot of status updates, and then go ahead and delete them right away. I think I just need to get over that, write what I want, and well… screw judgmental people for the most part. If you don’t want to be my friend over something I say, or something I feel, then why should we bother pretending?
Also, it drives me nuts when people don’t know the difference between the following:
Allowed and Aloud
Than and Then
Your and You’re
Too, Two and To
Or mistakes that I just can’t even wrap my brain around:
Persevere being written as Pre Savvier? I didn’t even understand what this was supposed to be until I reread the post this was in about three times to get it. The heck?
On top of this, don’t tell me that I should ‘thank god’ that all my children are okay if I am heartbroken over the death of a beloved pet. Yes, it may be ‘just’ an animal, but I love my pets too. They are part of our family, and a loss is a loss even if it’s just a small creature. You know, one that I’d been hand feeding since it was found nearly dead on the hot pavement of a parking lot. One whose death was accidentally my fault. I am going to hurt, I don’t need your bullshit dismissal of my feelings.
At the same time…
I want to thank those of you who have offered support and hugs over the harsh news that Kat’s scoliosis is bad enough to need surgery. I can’t even tell you how stressed it has the two of us. Though I can imagine the stress and sadness over it is different for her than it is me.
For a bit of my Facebook friends, I wish we could be closer in real life. I wish I didn’t live clear across the country, or even the world from some of you.
So many times I just need a friend in real life, and to be honest… I have none. I feel isolated and alone… and I have for many years. Which is interesting considering I am sitting here writing a blog with almost three-thousand readers a month.
That’s dumb, I’m sorry.
Sometimes, I just wish I’d get a PM on facebook or something from someone other than my mom going “Hey Kisa, I was thinking about you, how are you doing?”
Or something.
Or maybe even an email.
Blah.
