I deactivated my facebook account. I was hoping it would permanenly delete. But it gives the option of restarting the profile. Great. I don’t know if that means I have to re-add the 200 friends or not. I guess so. Who cares. Forget I mentioned it.
What led me to that choice today? A “friend” that doesn’t treat me like a friend. A friend is someone you can have a conversation with about anything. At least, a real friend should be like that. But this asshole – and what an asshole – just rips into me for sending information to him about something important. Something with which he disagrees. But that’s no reason to write to me with such hatred and aggression in his words.
If it was the first time, I would let it go. Even if it was the second or third time. Hell, I’ve been really forgiving. In fact, I used to think it was me. I deserved it. Something was wrong with me. Not anymore. It’s him. He’s a boiling pot of asshole. He thinks he knows it all, and anyone who disagrees is moronic. Well, I disagree. And it’s for a damned good reason that impacts my livelihood and my future. So fuck him for making me feel bad for attempting to provide information that would help him understand why I feel the way I do. Was I aggressive in my attempt? No. Was I hateful? Nope. Rude? Not at all. Pissed off now? Hell yes I am. After I read his note I cried for a minute because he was being such an asshole. But then I became angry. Really, incredibly angry that I let him make me feel this way again. This “friend.” Do I need a friend like that? Like I need needles in my eyes. Do I need to be stronger? Is that what you’re thinking? Well, then you can screw off too. I’m done with the “not strong enough” shit. Be nice to me or I’m done with you.
So in summary, I didn’t deserve being treated that way. And that’s how I reached my decision. I’m done with Facebook. Not because I didn’t find it entertaining. It was. But because there are far too many people with whom I am “friends” and they really are not my friends. I can reach out but what’s it for? Artificiality. 99% of those people don’t care a damn thing about me or whether I live to see tomorrow. So forget it. Thinning out the “friendship” list. Me, husband, pets, and maybe a few others. That’s it. And that’s the way I want it.
P.S. I’m so glad I deleted his email after telling him that “I’m done and best of luck” to him. Moments later I had the urge to really rip into him, but decided it would be best to let things be. Nothing I say to him will help him see, and nothing he says to me will be enough. What a relief to be free of such a negative force. *happy sigh…and smile*
