Indeed, the post was more to showcase in idiotic fashion the amount of people I see on a daily basis trying desperately to get me and others to read their shitty blogs. I get at least 5 tweet PMs a day asking me to check out someone's blog. They leave me blog messages with their URLs and they politely request that now, because they have read my blog, could I please read theirs. It is ridiculous, as was my facebook post. Unfortunately, it was taken a bit more seriously than I had intended and this was the ensuing thread. (That being said, no one on Twitter seemed to have trouble deciphering the humour, but that is the glory of Twitter.) Rob, not ever being someone to allow an opportunity to be a critical dick pass him by, chimed in with his comment that NO, he does NOT read my blog consistently and how sad it is that I even request it, and also can I please shut the fuck up already? He doesn't need to log into facebook each day and only see my three or four tweets and perhaps a video post that he usually enjoys. He only has 85 friends. He doesn't have the time or the patience for it right now. Also, it seems he doesn't have the patience to figure out how to block me or de-friend me either. He does, however, have all the time in the world to publicly deride me. You see, a private message asking me to take it easy on the tweet-statuses or just learning how to block someone and doing so silently would not have the added bonus of publicly shaming me. And, as anyone who has witnessed the wrath of Rob will attest, there is no pleasure in it for him if he doesn't make someone else look bad. Indeed, he is a lovely human being.
But perhaps he DOES have the right to criticize my tweets and ensuing facebook statuses? Maybe he has a point? I am the first to admit defeat and bow down to the master if one is deserving of such a title. So I went to Rob's facebook page to see what someone with such selective social media sensibilities would have to offer the world:
|Well, granted, a broken dishwasher would be a drag.|
|School's a big event.|
|He built a fence. This came with pics.|
|Home renos... the unending saga.|
|Interesting. Tell me more...|
|I see, I see. This is getting interesting...|
|Rob, letting everyone know that if we want to see him, we have to work for it. Thanks, Boss.|
|Drivers! They be CRAZY!|
|With added sound effects. This is more an action status compared to his other insomnia status.|
|That IS awesome, Rob.|
So, as you can see, it makes perfect sense that Rob feel justified in publicly calling out my tweeting/facebooking abilities. The kind of talent, ingenuity, and wit required to describe the feeling of not being able to sleep or the creativity of articulating how drivers never know how to drive should not be overlooked or overshadowed by some chick talking about punching babies and lemonade stands that don't take credit. That is grounds for any man to step in and correct my behaviour.
And so, Rob, consider this my public thank you. Thank you for making sure you went out of your way to tear me down just so I could pick myself up, dust myself off, and tell you to go fuck yourself.
It feels good, doesn't it?
Rob handled it with dignity. It was surprising and showed character.
... and I did.