Social Media Drama

Today on facebook, I received a friend request from a person I know, which I promptly denied.

Why?

A few years ago when I was a fresh-faced, doe eyed facebook newbie, this person sent me a request, so I accepted because “OMG, haven’t talked to you in years!”

Then a couple of years down the road, I received a second request from them, which meant that at some point during those two years, they unfriended me, most likely because I am blunt and people don’t like to hear things unless you sugar coat them. I accepted of course.

Today? Friend request from the same person. Again, this shows that in the past four or so years, they have unfriended me twice, for reasons unknown, and now they want to try again.

How about no?

I’ll let an unfriending slide one time, but I am not doing friendship tag with you. You had your chance, but clearly, you were oversensitive and hit that unfriend button quicker than shit because “That’ll show her.” At least, I assume.

It probably went a little like this.

I posted something that was mean because I am a big meanie.

This person is shocked. How could I say such things? Well, they’re offended! Time to unfriend her!

Years pass and this person goes, “Hm. Why hasn’t she tried to request me? Hasn’t she noticed that we aren’t friends? Well, maybe she’s changed. *clicks send request which gets accepted.” They mull around for a few months and wonder, “Why hasn’t she asked why I unfriended her? I’ll send her a message.*sends message that says Hi.*”

I reply, not mentioning the unfriending because I don’t care. I keep the conversation to boring things like the weather.

A few months down the road this person gets on facebook to see something mean. “Omg, they haven’t changed at all! I am offended! I don’t really like this person! *clicks unfriend* What a horrible bitch.”

This is where I truly don’t know what the hell goes through their heads. At what point, after you have unfriended somebody a SECOND time, do you somehow get it in your head that I want to be friends? You are either really dense and stupid (or you think I am dense and stupid) or constantly used to getting your way and you just assume I’ll accept.

I don’t play that game. I will let one unfriending slide, but if you get your panties in a wad, and unfriend a second time, don’t think I’ll accept your request. You clearly have issues of some sort, whether it be being oversensitive, or a narcissist who thinks people need you.

Or you’re just not very bright and you think facebook works the way the real world works. You fall out of touch with people a few times in your life and wind up speaking again. That’s not quite how facebook works. The unfriend feature isn’t a mute button of sorts. It’s not a “That’ll show her” button.

If you have ever unfriended somebody twice and chose to try and request again, you may want to rethink a few things in life. Some of us get very tired of you being a contrarian.

The sky is a hazy shade of Winter

Oh boy.

It’s the first day of my least favorite season. I hate Winter. I hate the cold. I hate the snow. I also fully believe that anybody who likes these things cannot be trusted. So now, my countdown is on to the first day of Spring.

Where I live, we seem to get the worst Winter weather in late January into February. Rarely do we get snow in March, so I have about two months to go until the weather starts getting better, however, come Christmas day, the temperature is supposed to be in the sixties. That’s wonderful, and that makes me happy.

I know, dry your eyes, you who wanted a White Christmas. You’ll survive.

Secondly, the best thing has happened to be this year. I got Christmas over with. Yes, I am done with it. I handed out all presents, including my children’s, early! This means Christmas will be “just another day” for me, unless some of my friends choose to bring me shit on that day, despite my saying I don’t want anything.

My children received most of what they wanted and they cannot complain. Especially my youngest. I sent some packages off back in February (international) and one of them was returned. It was the one with a Thresh jacket from League of Legends, which my son enjoyed for a while, but has since moved on to more adult games.The jacket, however, was pretty bad ass, and he wanted it. The recipient truly doesn’t deserve it, but I being the “nice” girl I am, sent it anyways because it was purchased for them. With it back in my hands, I gave it to my son.

Finally, before I go– to the person who sent me a message that said, “Hey… Rebecca how are you.” Your profile needs to be verified. I don’t know who sent this, but I have a pretty good idea, and your answer is, I am just fine. I couldn’t be better. Most likely, we have nothing to speak about. So, don’t waste your time. You’re blocked for a reason. ­čÖé

And finally, I leave you with this. Did you know that I just recently found out that this song was originally done by Simon and Garfunkel? ┬áI didn’t know. I thought it was a Bangles song.

Enjoy the first day of Winter, people, because God knows I won’t.

Hazy Shade of Winter

The Final Stage of Grief: Acceptance

I have been through these five stages several times this year. In fact, I think I spent the entire year in these stages.

My grandfather passed away in February, but you know what? With him, we knew it was coming. The denial, bargaining, anger– that all happened while he was still alive.

“No, he’s pretty healthy for 85! Maybe you should get a second opinion!”

“Well, yeah, but if this doctor does this, then it should be fine.”

“Why am I demanding you take him to a doctor? I get he’s ready, but SEE A DIFFERENT DOCTOR! Why am I being selfish? Because I don’t want to lose the last living grandparent I have, THAT’S WHY I AM BEING FUCKING SELFISH!”

Once he passed, the depression set in, and to be honest, I still have my days where I see or hear something that reminds me of him, and I tend to tear up.

Then there was Jackass Whorinova and what he did, including the stealing from me bit (I know I seem like I am not over this, but I promise you, I am. I don’t care about what happens to him. If I passed him on the street, I’d not even look up. What I do care about is my money. Everybody cares about money, and if it’s stolen, you want it back. And if there is an easy way to get it that requires filing police reports and sending his name off to an embassy, then you’ll do it, and not feel remotely bad about it because┬áit’s money. It is the root of all evil, clearly. He used a person for money, and I may very well ruin a couple of lives to get that money back. I should care more, but I don’t. I am dead inside. ­čÖé )

Then the worst death of somebody who “we” were all very close to. Our “Mohican.” It destroyed me just as much as her. I still wish to not speak much of it, because it is not wise to speak of the dead. It’s an old “tradition” where you cannot speak much of them, or say their name too much┬ábecause they won’t “pass on” to “the other side.”

Just know we miss him terribly. She misses him the most. I find it odd that wedding bells are ringing, yet nobody seems too thrilled about it. In a way, it’s like watching a brother and sister become roommates. There is a love there, but it is not that type of love. It is merely fulfilling a promise, and she is doing it because that’s what he would have wanted, and this man is her last connection to the man she had.

When it comes to him, I’m not sure we will ever move past the depression stage. Perhaps this marriage counts as acceptance. I fear it will be a long time before any of us could possibly know the answer to that.

This year has left visible, permanent “scars” on all of us.

Myself? From all the crying I have done, I have large bags under my eyes that will not go away, even when I sleep well. (Are there any make-up pros, or beauty bloggers out there that could tell me how to conceal them, or perhaps give me some insight on the absolute best product to help minimize them? Please? Please?) They make me look much older and tired. I look weary, and it has affected my confidence. (I haven’t taken a selfie IN MONTHS. I’m a girl! We love selfies!) And not to be rude to “her” but she doesn’t look much better. We all have the bags under our eyes. The light in our eyes– it’s dimmed quite a bit. Sometimes I look at us and feel that we are stuck, just going through the motions of day to day life, and none of us really knowing what for. It’s like we are waiting for something to spark that life back inside of us. We want to live. We just need help getting excited about it.

Don’t take this as we are depressed. Truly, we aren’t. It’s just a rut. Everybody has ruts. Only this rut has been the length of an entire year. I hope, I pray that next year is better. I believe, if you ask me, that the gods have toyed with us long enough. We have suffered enough and I am about ready to slaughter the neighbor’s cow┬áand toss it onto a burning pyre to get some good luck for next year.

However, ruts are a part of life, and we really should try to be more prepared for them, but sometimes, there’s not much you can do to prepare.

To make matters worse, my least favorite holiday, Christmas is coming up. Oh let me tell you how much I hate Christmas.

I. FUCKING. HATE. IT.

I hate it because people have lost sight of what’s important about it. Used to, it was all about getting to see your family that you don’t get to see much, but here lately, it’s about nothing but who gets the best presents, who spent the most money, etc.

I know some people who will spend their bill money to purchase gifts and they always ask me to borrow come January.

Christmas is the same time every year. Plan accordingly OR buy cheaper shit. I don’t understand the mentality of “Oh, we have to buy expensive things for every single person we know!” I never will.

Because this January, don’t you dare ask me to loan you money. You can just sit there in the dark, clutching your eviction notice. I have tried explaining repeatedly why you should set a price limit, and a who gets what limit. You never listen! Just don’t buy people shit if you can’t afford it. If they get mad, fuck them. You don’t need that in your life! You don’t need a person who cares ONLY about the gift as opposed to you showed up to see them.

So don’t do it. The bank of J. Theberge is closed this January.

Remember, I’m dead inside.

I do have a kerosene heater you could borrow if it gets too cold in your dark house.

 

I lied when I said I wouldn’t do it (a few months ago)

Filed the police report yesterday. A part of that process is certain people have to be notified.

I know I said I wouldn’t, and I made that promise, but nobody else keeps their promises, so why should I? Besides, I have to get my money back somehow.

I know, I know, “But you don’t really need it.” That’s not the point at all. The point is you stole from me, and I want it back, and since you two have no intentions of ever making it right, and paying it back, I’ll go a different route to get it.

See, here I will get it. You may run into some issues like being arrested the second you step into the country┬áif you can even get into this country, but how does that affect me? It doesn’t. I got what I wanted, and that feels good. He should know what it feels like to get what you want, right?

I remember her whining at me that this would ruin their lives. That I would be an asshole if I did it, and she was so in love and my notifying the police and the embassy would destroy their relationship.

Look at me.

Take a good look in my eyes.

Does it look like I care? Besides, lessons must be taught. Consider this discipline. Maybe your little boy toy will think twice before stealing. ­čÖé Stealing is wrong.

And don’t think it’s me getting retribution. I had no intentions of bothering with “ruining” your lives, until I found out there’s an easy way to get my money back without having to beg you. By proxy, it hurts you. It can ruin your life.

If you had only just paid me back, it wouldn’t have happened.

Quite poetic.

Steal from me? Tax write off.

According to my tax man and other people with much higher degrees than I attained, since I gave money to a person who was SUPPOSED to work for me (to get some equipment he needed to work for me), and instead of working, they pocketed it and went to see some chick, then proceeded to block me and hope they never have to answer for their crimes– that I can write that off on my taxes and get my money back.

The only downside is I have to put down the information of the person who did the thieving. Ya know, that whole documentation thing.

After digging through some old messages, emails, and screen caps, I was able to acquire everything all the way down to an ID number.

Where it goes after I report it, I don’t know. I have no idea what will happen, but he promised I would get my money back someday, but it’s been eight months and I haven’t heard a thing about it. Any email I send is ignored.

Of course, it’s ignored. They are hoping that I’ll just forget it because he doesn’t have a job. He has no way of paying me back.

Well, if I can get my money back easily via a tax write off, then I will do just that. If he gets into trouble for this, it’s not my fault. He had his chance. Thankfully, I was intelligent enough to keep screen caps of our conversations (and voice messages regarding money).

Tax time starts January, so technically J and K, you still have time to formulate a plan to pay me back (Yes, K. You’d best talk sense into him, and I don’t really care if you think I’m an asshole for doing this or not. I’m not your friend. I don’t know you.), but I am not going to sit around and not get my money back. If there’s a way to get it back, you can bet I’m going to jump all over it, regardless of what happens to you. You had your chance.