So in the midst of lovely little morning pumping out some Picturefest-related online reflection, this pops into my Facebook inbox:
I vaguely recalled who the person was (he wasn’t my facebook friend)… some dude I went to high school with who clearly has some severe issues. I wasn’t horribly bothered by it (he’s clearly insane), but I still took a screen shot and posted said screen shot on my wall. The response was honestly downright inspiring, with over 100 comments in solidarity.
I was having fun watching all the comments come in, but then i get logged out of Facebook automatically and come back to see this message:
They also took away my tagging and photo uploading privileges.
Are you fucking me, Facebook!?? From what I can tell this dude still has a Facebook page and I’m the one getting in shit? And all this just weeks after you did this to me. I say we all head over to Google+ now and make Facebook the new Friendster.
Thankfully, my brother started this thread over on Reddit, which is very much still alive. And lovely lovely Natalie Difford archived the facebook thread, and sent it over to me. So I’ll always have the memories (I was going to post it here, but figured since over 100 people commented, it’s perhaps inappropriate to slap their names on my blog without asking each of them individually.. which I just don’t have time for). I had a real zinger in there, though, somewhere near the half way point. And I was kind of proud of it until Facebook took it away:
i love how this all started with an assumption that i’m a top.
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