Hey there. Remember me? We met in freshman year of college, in those shitty dorms that didn’t have any paint on the walls. We talked about how they should paint them…the lamest small talk. Somehow we laughed, and by the next time I ran into you I thought you were incredibly boring. I was done with you. No offense, it’s just that you kept talking about organic foods. Wow, the kale from Whole Foods is better than anywhere else?? NO WAY! Ok, I’m sorry, I don’t want to be a dick, but you get the point. We had nothing in common. It took me 4 days to figure out you were a weird mélange of Soulja Boy references and spiritual crap talk. But by that point, it was too late. We had already ‘friended’ each other on Facebook. MISTAKE.
Today, I see your updates, about how “traffic on 76 is buggin’”. What? What could that possibly mean? Even by slang standards that sentence is inadequate. Why would you type that into a place called “News Feed”?
Listen, we had a good run. I remember I would see your beach photos and convince myself that I was going to catch up with you, possibly even meet up. Then I realized that I wasn’t aware of where you were currently living, nor did I give a shit. WE TALKED ABOUT A LACK OF PAINT ONCE! That’s all we have in common: neither one of us loves drab interiors. Now you are posting pictures of your bible scripture tattoo located like, 3 inches from your vagina. And while I find that to be funny, I have to remind myself that I’m laughing more at you than with you.
Let’s be honest: you probably don’t care about my life either. I doubt you are amused by my stand-up comedy events which I invite you to. You don’t even respond to a single one. Do you think I will get mad at you if you hit “Decline”? No, but I did get mad when you posted the ENDING TO BATMAN. Are you bat-shit insane? Regardless, I am sure you probably loath all the quips I post on my newsfeed. Maybe you find me to be superficial, because I make jokes instead of talking about how the “Shore is bumpin, for REAL ;)”. I detest the Shore and I think your mango-blotchy skin looks like it’s been sun-dried and recycled back onto your body. That’s pretty harsh, but it’s ok because you aren’t going to read my little crappy comedic article. Why? We are two ‘friends’ who don’t directly communicate with each other, in any way…ever. Heck, it’s been over two years since you’ve ‘poked’ me, and ‘poking’ is the most arbitrary thing to happen to the internet since Google+. Actually, poking came first, so that doesn’t really make sense, but again…you aren’t reading.
So I guess it’s time to delete you. Before I do, please know that I want great/decent things to happen to you. Maybe that tattoo will land you on a reality show: one about tattoos, or about being pregnant and flat broke. You will get paid a bunch of money which I might be able to borrow at some point. If you have money then I will find a place for myself in your life.
Now you just updated your status to “Ugh.” Really? That has to be the most tepid thing a human can possibly share with other humans. Text comprised of three letters, letting everyone know that you are feeling “ugh” today. That status is “ugh.” If you aren’t going to share your misfortune for me to shrug at, why am I reading about you? I can’t do this anymore. All your pictures of food, your half-assed promotion at your dodgy job, your transient affairs with countless thugs…
Wait, I just noticed you ‘liked’ my status. Now I remember why we are friends. You think I’m hilarious. OK, I’ll keep you around for a bit. Happy Birthday, enjoy the Shore.
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