The.wedding.post.is.coming. I PROMISE.
But in the meantime, I’m angry. I’m also stupid.
Once again, I let something that someone said upset me and stop me doing something. Even worse its someone whose opinion I really don’t give a shit about.
While we were away on our honeymoon I updated twitter from my mobile while we were driving around, and sometimes at night. Anyway this charming individual put their facebook status to:
Survey: Would you find it sad if your friend was on their honeymoon and spent most of the time updating their facebook status? Yes. No. Maybe. ???
Nice isn’t it. Then 8 people chimed in saying that yes, her friend is a huge giant loser. Which made me feel like…well like a huge giant loser. So I stopped twittering altogether (my twitter was linked to facebook). I stopped because of one person?
I did not spend ‘most of my time’ updating my Facebook status. I really didn’t.
I guess I can understand why people might think that’s a loser-ish thing to do. It’s really really geeky. But does it really matter?
Then when I got back, I had all week to blog and I was really really looking forward to that time. But every time I went to blog, I just felt crushed. Like everyone must be talking about what a huge enormous loser I am.
It wasn’t until this afternoon that I really thought about how its one person, whose opinion I don’t really give a crap about. I thought about how lots of my friends tweet, and are on Facebook just as much as I am and some of friends also have great blogs that they actually make time to update regularly! I don’t think they’re losers!!
In the ‘olden days’ a honeymoon might have been a time when the newlyweds spent hours gazing into each others eyes, sipping champagne, eating oysters and giving each other sensual massages. On our honeymoon we went swimming, snorkelling, went on roller coasters and water-slides and helicopters and I drank Fourex Gold AND I twittered all about it. So all you Nellie Naysayers and Peter Putdowns can go frog* yourselves.
Sometimes I think I’m a lost cause. Why do I still insist on letting people get at me?
* I just can’t bring myself to say it.