The Summer Cull
So I’ve started to feel like my facebook and twitter relationships are marred by too many people in one space. Surely I’m missing out on great potential relationships and interactions because I’m being irritated by a whole load of clutter?I’ve also been slightly freaked out by the tales of the Facebook rapist who could so easily have been one of my numerous tweetups. We have to take care. More friends makes this harder. I’ve decided that a Summer Cull is due. Nothing too drastic just have to lose a few hundred friends.
Rules to culling are simple. I’ve come up with culprits that have to go. Now! It may be easier if you remove yourself?
1) Over use of text speak. We all have our stupid standards. This is one of mine
2) Photos of women half naked who aren’t in any way related to you
3) Photos of you with women at clubs and not much else
4) Those who put up false university information in an attempt to impress
5) Misogynistic images – if you have to look this up please assume that we aren’t friends material
6) Those that invite me to events in areas I hate. Catford, Ilford, Brentford, Stratford, Croydon, Harlesden, Mitcham, Romford, and…..just anywhere that’s outside of zone 2 really.
7) Invites to Foam parties. I don’t know where you buy your clothes from but how many foam parties can you throw in a year? No
8) Anyone that invites me to anything at Moonlighting. You’ve been warned. This is not negotiable.
9) Homophobic comments, sentiments or endorsements. Don’t think an LOL at an inappropriate joke is going to slip past me unnoticed lovely
10) Those that are married and insist on flirting. I’m not online to flirt with married men. So predictable and so boring if I can’t post on your wall. Direct messages only is the dead give away
11) Those that send me bible verses. The nuns did a good job, I’m all Bibled up. Thank you
12) Those that think posting trainers on my page is a fashion suggestion. Fuck off
13) Those that think Tweedy Chav is cool, talented or worthy of time. You’re virtually dead to me.
14) Women who are hunting for husbands. Do it on your real friends well. I’m not going to give you a good reference
15) Those men that want to tell me how little I know about football. Whatever. I’m sorry your career ended 20 years ago and now you are a TV / Sofa coach. Don’t assume
16) Terrible spelling. I’ve been taught by nuns. I wince at constant bad spelling. It hurts my spirit. Let’s assume we just can’t be friends
17) Those who bug me for photos. I love the one that said “OK not of your face then but of your vageena” Cute dude, real cute
18) Those that don’t write to me in English. I don’t have time to google translate especially if I don’t know what language it is
19) Those who politics are dubious, extremist or think Boris Johnson should be PM
20) Those who talk about their natural hair journey. Go away!
21) Those who don’t understand that a no is a no not an invitation to engage in negotiations.
22) Those who are angry that they aren’t where they want to be in life and want to angry fuck anyone
23) Allies and apologisers
24) We all are one colour and there are some good….nah! Stop lecturing
25) Frenemies. Even those you have fond memories
I think these are reasonable and fair. I’m sorry if you felt that we were closer and this is one of the last tweets or status updates you see. I just don’t have time for silent observers who give nothing to the online experience. Of course we all have different ones. Any one got some of their own?
© Chelsea Black