The Bane of Photo-Tagging

Sigh.. I KNEW I had this coming.. Screw social networking LOL!

Well, as some of you may already know, I recently activated a Facebook account of my own, after much persuasion and temptation. I was already greedily eyeing the addictive game applications on it but most of my close friends would know that one reason holding me back was the option of photo-tagging. I could wax lyrical about how I believe my online friends should judge me by my personality alone and not looks, but the truth is that I'm horribly camera shy due to my horrific proportions and spine-chilling face. It's only pretty natural that I'm deathly afraid of my photos being leaked online.

Well, I obviously caved in after much prodding, as evidenced by the existence of my Facebook account. Things were going on pretty damn well at first, with 4 games immediately added to my Bookmarks and about 95 friends added. Well, of course, soon enough, disaster struck.

It wasn't really a photo of me actually. You see, I know this girl, C, from high school. I've never liked her for one second due to her incessant whining, bitching and pushing her friends around. It was pretty agonising to sit in close proximity to her whenever I had recess, but ah well, deal with it. I got overly pissed at her one day for treating her friends, MY friends, like shit, and I was watering school plants, so I "accidentally" sprayed some water at her. I swear it was just for a split second, meaning she wasn't soaking wet, yet knowing her, she burst into a bucket of tears. Err, so much for your "hard" attitude. Of course, when she regained her composure, she cursed at me. While I was still watering plants. Of course, I "accidentally" hosed her again 8D Since school ended about 2 years ago, I gave her the benefit of doubt and hoped that she'd improved her mannerisms by then.

Well, there's this new application that compiles your friend's photos and you can input characteristics of said friends for all to see. I've seen many friends playing around with it, and even got labelled "bad" by one LOL Well, C decided to join the crowd and post her own compilation of friends, with me labelled as "fat".

Ahem.

Most people will know that attempts to insult my weight will be met with violent tendencies. Well, this is probably because the only ones who joke around like that are already inconsiderate assholes to begin with. I accept that I'm morbidly overweight but I understand that normal, perfectly-mannered people will not touch on the issue as a joke. In this case, the insult, fuelled with my previous boiling dislike for her and my sadism dictated only one course of action.

To call her up and mutter a string of expletives at her.

Holy lord, it was the most exhilarating thing that happened to me in a while! I can safely said that I did not raise my voice, nah, that's too primitive for me, so she received the "cold, sarcastic bitch" routine. How does "Good evening, you fucking fatass of a bitch. How's your infinitely fucked up life?" sound to you? Now, I know this is pretty harsh treatment, VERY horrible, hurting, degrading, you name it. But you see, I;m a VERY rational person, and I weighed her previous bitchiness, degratory attitude and complete lack of respect carefully before deciding to make the call. She sounded surprised and oblivious, then ended the call a slight bit prematurely.

Of course, my hunger for profanity and sadism fulfilled, I went back to tending to Cafe Idiotica in Restaurant City. As I was directing a friend to clean up the toilets, my handphone suddenly blared out the opening song to Doraemon.

Wow, a call from her!!

The voice at the other end of the line was that of a young adult male. Apparently he is the sniveling piece of dirt's brother and called to request for an apology from me. Oh horrors!! I was so frightened I immediately apologised on my knees. NOT. I do not perform an action with the intention to apologise afterwards. I thought deeply about the reasons and consequences before making that phone call. I decided that the disgusting rat deserved a good telling off after telling the whole itnernet that she regarded me as obese. If she were another human being, I would've politely sent a request for her to remove the picture, but not this particular asshole. You're not about to make me apologise when I do not feel one ounce of regret in me.

So the aimless conversation continued, with the staple "You took it too seriously, everyone else was laughing at the pictures" and so on. Hello, different people have different perceptions, Mr Brother. If you call a bulimic "fat" as a joke, you'd certainly be sending the person to his or her grave. You're pretty lucky I didn't throw myself of a random cliff and instead educated your ignorant sister on some manners. Jokes have always been an ambiguous issue and it is safest to joke only when you understand the other person's circumstances and views. I make jokes while fully accepting responsibility if they backfire, but looks like the retard didn't know that some people do not like degratory jokes. "It was just for fun!" The definition of fun varies everywhere. In your place, fun is discriminating people's appearances while in my place, fun is giving deserving bitches a good slap on the cheeks. I can't remember when the talk ended, but it sure did not end with a word of "sorry" from my mouth.

As usual, this writer is infected with verbal diarrhea. Thank you for reading this "cheong hei/long-winded" post. Now I'm going to get comments about how excessively brutal and sensitive I am but as you might guess from what I wrote, I don't really give a damn :D

Cheers!