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I, like many of you out there, have a facebook profile. This is both a blessing and a curse.

With the marvel of this social network, I've been able to connect with dear friends that have left the country to pursue their dreams, re-connect with long lost childhood friends, and also keep tabs on people I went to high school with (we know we're never going to see each other again, but we can't help but be nosy and poke through the photo's and information over what's going on in their lives.)

The curse here is knowing too much information. I know that this is a petty trivial gripe, but who really needs to be a fan of bonfires, Australia and a Southern Cross tatoo? What I also find hilarious, are that the people who are a fan of bonfires, are also a fan of the group 'The people who started the Black Saturday Fires should rot in hell.'

Sense?

Anyone?

No, I didn't think so.

I don't mind having these people in my life through a technological social medium, in fact think it's important to have some form of contact. We've shared a decent chunk of our lifes together, have some shared memories, and during times of nostalgia, it's important to have that connection. But many people take this in an often undesirable direction (see earlier post Out of the Blue)

One particular instance I'm alluding to here is of an attempted primary school reunion that didn't quite come to fruition. I, like many others out there, don't quite have the best primary shcool memories. I was quite often bullied, teased and taunted, and if I didn't get that treatment at school, then I certainly recieved similar treatment at home. I'm not in anyway suggesting that I begrudge these people; the past is in the past, what has happened has happened, and I believe that we have all moved on from those days and are completely different people. The point that I'm trying to make here is that although these events are merely memories of the past, they are still nonetheless rather painful, so when talk of a primary school reunion arose, you can see why I would have an 'Umm, Ahh' reaction. In the week leading up to this reunion I decided that I would go, however at the last minute, my car battery had died and I was stuck. The organizers insisted I come, but I had no money for a taxi and had no way of getting myself home, and I offered my apologies. Later that night, and well into the next day, a number of "the reunion was great, the people who didn't come suck" statuses flashed up on my screen.

The nerve of some people.

Again, this is a rather petty and trivial gripe, however to air one's grievances in such a way is no better, wouldn't you say? I know that this is rather rich coming from me, but it's quite obvious, from the title of this blog, that you know what you are in for, and that somewhere within the rant and rave someone out there is going to get a spray. I believe that to put up little tid bits of how big/small your ex's member was, or that a group of people "suck" for no apparent reason other than the fact that they could not make it to your drinks, is a completely different kettle of fish.

If I was to stoop to their level, my status would often read: "You've got kids! I KNOW! I see their goddamn pictures all over the internet. I DON'T FUCKING CARE!", "NO I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR SHOW FUCK OFF!", and "No one gives a shit about your fucking engagement, wedding or marriage, get fucked."

But I don't do that do I? Because, well, that would be hurtful.