Well, my day started out okay… I was all prepared to start working on an art journal entry, but things changed… And it was a bit sudden…

So currently, I’m listening to my latest go to song that I find very relaxing and soothing, “The Sprout And The Bean” by Joanna Newsom. I found myself watching this weird movie one day and this song happened to be in it. There was something about the sound of this song that I just found irresistible. Something about it seemed a little retro to me. So I looked up what songs played in the movie and immediately downloaded it. It’s been helping me when I’m feeling tense. Like right now…

You know, I’m really beginning to think that social media is what the fuck is wrong with society today. Or a big portion of it, anyway…

Trolls are everywhere, hell bent on creating drama or, my personal favorite, treating you like you’re an idiot… And these are people that, compared to you on an evolutionary scale, have an IQ that rivals that of a glass of Kool-Aide…

And these trolls are every-fucking-where!

I commented once on a product I saw on Instagram (Ghost Serum, I think it was). Now, having naturally curly, frizzy hair, I’d like to see this product used in real time and not just see the final results so I can see for myself that it does as promised. Which was pretty much my comment.

Don’t you know, a troll had to make rude comments to everyone who replied as well as myself. But I think my favorite was her comment, “Maybe you don’t brush your hair enough.” That’s what makes it frizzy, you moron! And she works at a hair salon!

This morning, I happened to check my Facebook before I began working on my art journal entry. Bad idea…

I had made a comment regarding the son of some of my neighbors. He was in a horrible accident and, sadly, I don’t think he’ll ever be functional again. I made comment of pulling for him. I won’t offer prayers like everyone else. For one, I’m an atheist, so that would be insincere on my part. And I’ve noticed that all the prayers being given/said haven’t helped this poor kid anyway.

The thing is, I’m trying to be sympathetic, which is not an emotion I’m familiar with having. And some asshole made a rather nasty comment. It was really inappropriate. If you have something to say, private message me, don’t put it on this type of post. Her child was also involved and I know him. He’s a bully. So yeah, don’t act as if your kid is feeling bad for what happened…

Honestly, I hate drama… I have enough problems and I don’t need this shit. Not from her, not from any of the other neighbors… Not from anyone.

I’m a very private person… I know, that’s contradictory since I have a blog and write about my life to a degree. But I’m still a cyber shadow to you guys. You don’t know my real name or where I live. As for those who do, I try to avoid them like the plague. I don’t like people in general. And it seems that every time I get into real life disagreements, I have a very hard time controlling myself. I can only handle so much stupid before I want to smack someone. That’s why I’m antisocial.

I’ve pretty much isolated myself from society at this point. It’s better for my sanity…

At this point, I’m going to deactivate my Facebook. I just don’t need the aggravation anymore. I’m tired… I’m tired of people, tired of stupidity, tired of people who want to create drama when there is none to be had. I just need to go off the social media grid for a while. Or forever… What the fuck is the difference at this point? Yeah, there is none…

Did you ever have days where you wanted to tell people this? Tell them to get their shit together…?

Well, starting today, I’m going to get my shit together. I’m going to get it all together and take it to a shit museum. Because you want to know something? That’s where some people belong, in a fucking shit museum… End rant…