Don't let an addiction rule your life

Facebook is a rapidly snowballing social networking facility of HELL. Yes, you heard. HELL. It's great when you want to find someone that you can't any other way. If they are aged over 6 and below 50 it's likely they will be on facebook (or they don't have a life). But there are pitfalls as come with any technological breakthrough.
For instance, you can search, but if they've changed their name, or spell it differently, or are under a pseudo name that only their closest allies now know, you have no hope; or next to no hope of finding them.

Secondly it is now fast becoming an addiction to most of the population (those that have friends). I read this week that more and more employers are banning it because their employees are spending too much time on it. Basically, once you start, you're hooked. It's a slow but very steady addiction, much like gambling or alcohol, and similarly, people are finding it is losing them their jobs.

Thirdly, and this is by far the most disconcerting of all the pitfalls to facebook; it's so scary to actually find out what your friends are now doing. It installs a sense of fear, of inferiority, and of moral panic. Your friends all seem to have better jobs than you, get paid more than you, have cuter pets than you (which bizarrely they invite you to be friends with on facebook...yeah, as though a cat knows how to use the application). Or in my case, my friends are getting married, having babies in 5 weeks, or having just had second babies. This caused a mass crisis in my life. How do you compete with a baby for christ's sake? Yeah I just moved in with my boyfriend, into a rented house, with a job...that's temporary. Nothing appears permanent in my life. Needless to say I had my freak out at Mike about this. Needless to say he laughed.
After 'talking', yes, it required that much calming down; I came round.

It doesn't matter that I'm not ready to buy a house, or have a baby, or get engaged. It doesn't matter that they are living in London earning 10 times as much as me. It doesn't matter that pet Poochy won best dog at crufts. None of it matters. None of it indicates that you are any better a person than me. I don't earn much, but I love my job. I don't have to sit in a stuffy office all day staring at a computer screen worrying about whether my shares and stock in 'I'm so rich I don't know what to do with my money' are going up or down. I have freedom to move in a year if I want, to the other side of the world if I like...without paying huge sums in solicitors fees to sell my house/pay off the mortgage/have vaccinations for Poochy. I am me. That simple. We are happy. End of, definitely no kids or anything like that for now.

Ironically in the fortune cookie I got yesterday the message was:

"There will be a new addition to the family!"

Now excuse me while I go to check if anyone else has replied to my event that I created whilst at work this morning....

Firstly, I'd like to rant about the twat that decided to whack my wing mirror. The indecency of it, is that they weren't even driving...couldn't have been, for it was the wingmirror next to the pavement that got hit. That means, that some (probably drunken) mindless twat arsed fuck face decided to hit it for fun last night. What the mindless twat arsed fuck face does not realise is that I am very upset and angry over the incident. I don't like violence really of any sort, although I admit I sometimes get very angry and violent myself, but rarely would I ever do anything to anyone, or any item of anyone else's. But this really makes me angry. It is just senseless vandlism to property belonging to someone else, without a thought for them, or how they are going to repair it, or if it's repairable, or if they have enough money to do so, and it's made me really REALLY angry. Therefore, if I EVER catch the fuckers that did this, there will be hell to pay, because I will not hold back. I just *know* my temper would flare, and I dread to think of what I might do to them.
The car is a material object, it doesn't have feelings, it is repairable, it doesn't matter that it might cost £100 or so to do. What annoys me is that the car is my pride and joy. I saved since I was 15 for my first car (and only managed to get it when I was 22). I love that little car so much, it got me through flash flooding marvellously the other day. That is what annoys me most. It's mine, that i've saved to buy and maintain, and someone, just because they feel like it, can smash it, or hit it or thump it or bump it. And there is nothing I can do.

I feel totally powerless in this unjust world.


Secondly, and more lightheartedly, it was Emma's party last night, firstly we went to her flat and drank lots of Pimm's, got mildly drunk and ended up looking at Sylvanian porn on youtube. Then Emma and Phil wanted to watch something else that was random and amusing on the internet, so Matt typed into google what Emma said. This came up, (turn up the sound, although if you are watching on a public PC, turn it down, or put headphones in!!) it was not what Emma or Phil had intended but had us rolling around the floor with laughter. It amazes me what you can find on the internet if you look, or as we did, accidentally type in the wrong thing, I mean, who is it aimed at? Who watches all of these things? How do people find them? Who creates them and to what purpose?

We ended up in an expensive restaurant somewhere towards the Jewellery Quarter at about 9.30pm, thinking it wasn't going to be as expensive as it was, but as we were led into the dining part of it (candlelit, leather sofa's and tables to sit at, attentive waitresses, and all of it separated from the bar by a turkish style arch with curtain) we realised we were financially fucked. However, it was a pleasant evening, quote of the day going to Richard who said:
"What's the latin for Robot?"

Ps..if you know the twat faces that did that to my car, either beat the shit out of them, or smash something of theirs they love, or let me know their address...I'll sort out the rest.