a social network environment is just that. If a person isn't social, they have no cause for concern if they find their numbers of people who give a damn dwindling. I am social. No argument there...
But I find tonight I have wasted an evening, of my own choice, to weed out some of the more immature persons I have had the displeasure to make contact with. Your mother taught you to put your toys away, and even most mothers have taught you to donate or get rid of the things you don't play with anymore. So why am I finding myself discomforted by all these adult-looking children who haven't learned some of the most basic lessons in life? These networks are a godsend to people who are disabled and/or agoraphobic. These sites are a godsend to the single mother not looking for another Mr. Wrong; that same goes for the single dad. They are a godsend to the retirees as well. And well, I like my social network because I feel it is the most mature and interesting thus far. But it does come with downfalls as does anything, and tonight's was brought to you by the letter "D" for delete, declan, defriend...also brought to you by the Infinite Disdain continuum...
Listen up and pass the word...mobe only recently started using the "www" and internet in the last two years. (Think about that as most of you have been at the computer crap a hell of a lot longer than I but still can't navigate your own stuff!) She has been on her site since a year and a half and this is my second online blog/journal in as much, starting it almost a year ago. There are account settings and if you don't want to be spammed by things you don't play or no longer play, then I suggest you dismantle those accounts and block the applications from showing up thus rendering everything away from your sight and you, ultimately away from the people's walls you are cluttering with your image of a "squatter" who doesn't play, converse, contribute or hold a relationship. Numbers are for mathematicians and not social networks. Popularity is best left up to the plethora of wannabe whores and pimps who want their fifteen minutes of fame and will do anything, on camera, to get it. I implore you to pass this information on to your friends and you have my utmost permission to tell them this "PSA" was brought to them by "mobe," aka: mobiuschic, aka: whatever you feel you want to call me today. Maybe some idiots will get the hint and it will have a trickle "up" effect and suddenly my pages will be honored by only the absolutely deserving and "intelligentus" as it were. ~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.
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