Maybe Facebook DOES cause drama.
I chose to block a person today. Wait, I chose to block not only a person, but
a member of my husband’s family. I just
couldn’t take it anymore.
So what did this person do?
Post non-stop political rants?
Start fights with people in comments threads?
Nope, she just commented too much and on too many things.
I feel bad, because I do LIKE her and enjoy talking with
her, but she seemed to feel as though she had to comment on every single bit of
activity of mine she could. I know what
you are thinking. If you don’t want people
to comment on things, why are you posting them to Facebook?
This is what I think was happening. See, I have my husband marked as a “Close
Friend” on Facebook, which means that I see more or less every move he
makes. Well, not everything. If something is locked down completely (i.e.,
an invitation to a private event or posts in a private group he is a member
off, and, obviously, private messages), I can’t see it. If he “likes” a photo or someone’s status
update, I see it, and, depending on the posting person’s settings, I may also
be able to “like” or comment on it as well, if the person’s privacy settings
aren’t locked down.
So, this is how things went today.
I got invited to an event in another state and many months
away. I don’t know if I’d be able to
make it, but I will consider it, so I responded as such. Aw, shit, why don’t I just show you how it
went, with the relevant names, etc., blocked out:
Am I right for being weirded out by this? It’s not an isolated event, really,
honestly. I’d find other instances where
she has done this, but I’ve blocked her from FB and I don’t even see her stuff
I mean, I understand that anything I put out there on the
internet can be read by anyone – and yes, I do understand that there is a good
chance she is going to read this and get hurt – but at any time I was beginning
to feel as though she was going to get the same haircut as me or something else
very Single White Female-esque.
Like, say you had someone who walked around behind you all
day and commented on everything you did.
“Oh hai, logging on to your computer, eh?”
“That yogurt looks yummy.”
“You just did a google search for ‘Rip Taylor in a Can’”.
“Nice stapling technique.”
“Lotion! Your hands
need more lotion!”
It would get pretty annoying, wouldn’t it? There would be nothing, technically, wrong
with doing that, but I would really want them to stop.
(On another note, I have a co-worker who likes to imitate
noises, like the copier beeping when it’s done and whatnot. It’s also quite annoying. It reminds me of my husband’s story of how he
had a green tree frog who would answer the washing machine when it got off
balance and squeaked).
So, I don’t know how it is all going to turn out. I have a fear that my husband may get the “she’s
never invited to our house again, EVER!!!” talk, because there is no way she
isn’t going to notice. In fact, I have a
feeling she may be watching me elsewhere…maybe on Ravelry, or here.
Should I have said something sooner? Probably. I tried.
I really tried. I’m not very good
at confrontation, and I tried to drop some subtle hints but, unfortunately, I
don’t think I’m very good at dropping subtle hints. My method of dealing with things that bug me
is to keep a stiff upper lip, try to address the issue in a roundabout way,
and, when all else fails, flounce.
Thoughts? Or am I
just talking to myself here?
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