There is an evil side to me that keeps a handful of Facebook friends that I cannot stand, just so I can go and check out their pages now and then to see what idiotic posts they have put up recently. I block their news feeds, choosing to visit their pages only when I am in the mood for entertainment at their predictability, redundancy, narcissism and any other socially retarded traits du jour they have on display.
Again, I know this is evil, but I cannot help myself. Along with the entertainment factor, I troll these pages to validate why I am not actual friends with these people.
My favorites are the fishing for compliments; then when they get what they want, they respond with “Awwww, thanks….” or some other unoriginal gush. Vomit-inducing at best, and I keep going back; not every day, but maybe every 3-4 days.
I also see a lot of compensation. The analytical side of me likes to dig deep into the psyche of such individuals and come up with my own prognosis of why they are the way they are. Some don’t require that much digging; the newly divorced 40-something mom who constantly posts glamour selfies is pretty transparent. Yes, she is lovely, but her posts reek of insecurity and desperation.
As a voiceover artist I get annoyed by other voiceover artists who constantly brag about all the work they are getting, or how someone complimented their voice, etc. I used to think this was a jealousy thing, but now that I am making more money at it, I realize that it is just downright annoying, especially if that’s all they talk about. Again, they seem to be compensating for something, like, “I used to be a nobody, but look at me now, making money with my voice!” It strikes me as juvenile, insecure and unprofessional; but that’s just my opinion.
Another favorite is to lay in judgement of those who post beautiful, inspirational messages in an attempt to try and compensate for the fact that they are really assholes in person. Not to sound like an asshole myself; in my defense, I have given said people numerous chances to redeem themselves, but time and time again, their assholiness prevails. The ridicule I bestow upon them is warranted.
I am aware that there are others like me, who perhaps visit my Facebook page, thinking, “What dog pictures does she have up today, etc.?,” “What is she eating and/or drinking today?,” or “What is she bitching about now?,” but I feel that there is less redundancy in my posts and enough originality to keep things somewhat interesting. Regardless, it is really none of my business what some people think of me.
I am flawed, I can be evil, I have some of my own insecurities; it’s all good. I know in my heart that I don’t have to be perfect to be wonderful.