Why I Unfriended You on Facebook

Hi there, I joined Facebook to connect with Friends, Family, and Like-minded people from all over this Earth. I enjoy browsing Facebook during the mornings and periodically throughout the day and catching up with you. However, your posts are irritating me; therefore for one of the reasons below, I have decided to remove you from my friends on Facebook.

You are addicted to Farmville.

If you’re constantly raving about your carrots, bragging about how great of a virtual neighbor you are and requesting your friends send you cobs-of-corn, I question your sanity. I’m not sure how long you’ve been chasing the rabbit and it’s just unpleasant to watch.

I mean seriously…we are talking about a fictional farm you have to pay to “grow”.
 
 
 
 
 

You spammed me in my inbox with your thoughtless promotions

Nothing says greasy like the multitude of email blasts from you. I’m convinced whatever it is, that you’re selling I am definitely not buying. Even if I was in the ‘market’ for it, I’ve changed my mind. Sometimes, you don’t even take the time (or educate your VA) to place me in a geographical location, related interests or gender list.

Not to mention, my jet-pack is in the repair shop! So unfortunately I won’t be able to zip from Texas to your “Ballons, Bondage, and Beer Bongs” event in Ohio THAT STARTS IN 20 MINUTES.

So yeah…NO!, You won’t see me there.

You tag me in your non-related pictures.

Nothing disappointments me more than to be tagged by a “friend” and then to realize it is a picture of random scenery. I’m cool if you want to post it on my wall (thanks for stopping by!) but to trick me into viewing your image is just tacky!

I look forward to the day Facebook places a spam system on tags. That’ll fix ya!

You are a Downer.

Awww, we all have ♪ One of Those Days ♫, but I’m beginning to feel like you’ve attached yourself to a rain cloud. You stream such a long-winded tale of “woe is me” that I have to stop caring. It is the only way I can detangle myself from the web of tears you are so sadly spinning.

You definitely need to start taking your eggs sunny side up. Call a friend, TAKE ACTION to change, look at your glass ½ full. Start a list of daily gratitude’s …anything. Just stop wallowing in a pile.

You seem to enjoy being angry.

I have to say at first I found your ‘good grief’s’ quite funny and/or thought-provoking. The picture you painted of the guy who cut you off was classic; the way you described the person who looked at you funny at the bank was hilarious, how the “system” destroys any hope of humanity got my back up a bit too, but….
I get the sinking feeling that your ticker might be up.

I suggest you drop everything, turn off the TV, disconnect the phone, and walk to the nearest dollar store and buy some blank pages and a package of crayons. Create beauty.

You have Facebook rage.

So…you’re on Facebook to talk about how much you can’t stand Facebook? LOL, really?! What kind of sense does that make?

By now you should accept Facebook is constantly updating. PLUS it is designed (AKA built for, it’s purpose, reason for being)  to allow us to share HUGE AMOUNTS of our information. YES, it is a bit unnerving but you can either accept that fact and play along with less frequent outbursts (I confess I’ve grumbled a bit, too)

OR

You can take a stand and walk out on Facebook and return to the safer, better, unchanging and more “real” times you miss.

You think cussing is cute.

If need to wash my eyes out with soap every time I come in contact with one of your updates, it’s not a healthy friendship.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

You don’t respect the fact that I’m married.

Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE COMPLIMENTS, but if you cross the line by putting lewd comments in my Chat box or private messaging me or heavens’ forbid posting something flirty on my WALL…you have me mistaken.

This Raven Howard loves her man. Every time I lock eyes with my husband, I thank God we’re together and I’ve never consider your grass greener. In fact, your grass looks like an empty lot at 2:03 a.m. Sunday morning.
 
 
 

I’m certain that you understand that it’s my prerogative :) and I’m just going with “If I don’t like, I don’t have to look at it.”

“False friends are worse than open enemies”  - Proverb

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