Not long ago, I read a blog post that got me thinking. The woman wrote about her husband’s sanity-challenged ex-wife leaving a catty comment on her facebook page. The woman was distraught about the comment and apparently turned to the blogosphere to seek solace, sympathy, and commiseration.
Cue the sad music, the passing of the Kleenex, and the mandatory woeful head-shaking.
Allow me to interrupt the pity party with a much-needed news flash: if your boyfriend or ex-husband is saddled with a jealous and small-minded ex who must blood-suck any semblance of a life through you, then chances are roughly 100% that she will obsessively stalk you online and sprinkle venomous commentary like bitch dust wherever she can in an attempt to feel better about her shallow and meaningless existence. Consider me a bit of an expert, if you will, on the subject matter of bitchy and stalking-inclined ex-wives.
What can we conclude from my scientific analysis? Repeat after me: BLOCK THE BITCH.
Facebook is a stalker’s wet dream. That doesn’t mean you are mandated to beg lame-ass losers to come knocking at your wall to piss on it, or toss out a welcome mat for the crazies. It’s hard for me to elicit much sympathy for someone who has left their facebook page public, arms wide open for the certifiable masses to set up shop.
My facebook page is drama-free. Why? I applied the lesson we are learning today: I blocked the bitch. Crow has been blocked from my facebook page since its creation many years ago. In fact, anyone remotely associated with her is blocked as well, since the mentally deranged tend to herd together. To wrap it all up with a nice drama-free bow, when Wolverine created a facebook page a few months ago, I knew instantly that Crow was panting heavily like a dog in heat, quivering in anticipation of me and Gary accepting those friend requests, so she could log in as Wolverine and dive head-first into our facebook pages. So I hand-picked what is viewable to Wolverine’s account. Crow only sees what I permit her to see, and it’s not much. Wolverine, however, is free to see photos, posts, comments, and whatever his little heart desires…at our house.
Facebook is far from secure, but there are easy things to do to slam the door and not let the walking personality disorders tag along wherever you go online. Blocking and privacy settings are there for a reason. Use them.
The second part of the woman’s blog post that got me thinking was the fact that she actually cared what the ex-wife had to say about her. Crow quickly and unequivocally presented herself as an indidual whose opinion, dysfunctional thought processes, and fatuous ideas would never matter to me. Can you think of any reason I should take to heart the verbal vomiting of a child-abusing liar? I can’t either.
I remember when Crow and her family took to the computer like a maniacal army, typing up a tizzy, leaving inane and ridiculous comments on my blog. Granted, I thought many things, such as how even inferior humanoids could be capable of so many typing and spelling errors, or how anyone has that much free time on their hands, or even how the conversation to join in this playground band of wanna-be bullies went down:
Crow: There’s this woman. I hate her. She has a blog. Even though I say I hate her, I devour her blog like the gluttonous Smirking Cat lover that I am. Since I’m too wussy to say anything to her face, will you anonymously leave stupid comments on her blog?
Relative: enthusiastically: Sure! I don’t even know the woman, but independent thought isn’t my forte. That’s why you hang with me. Anyway, we crazies need to stick together in our unending crusade against truth, logic, and rational thought. What blog is it?
But one thing that never crossed my mind, in between mocking and ridiculing Crow and her minions, was to actually feel hurt or insulted by their childish comments. Why would I? It was more of a joke to me than anything. I changed my blog, at that time, to accept no anonymous comments, and problem solved. Cowards who would never dare approach me directly are quickly silenced when asked to put a real name to their trite words.
In a sane world where people move on from relationships like they should, have lives of their own, and are capable of reason and logic, you would never have to block anyone on facebook or take steps against someone spending hours on your blog and sprinkling it with words of wisdom to brighten your day. That is not the world we live in.
Privacy settings exist because of jealous failures like Crow. I don’t need to invite her to crawl up my ass and desperately try to have a life by stalking mine, and neither do you (people like her will do this naturally). Of course, blocking them doesn’t stop people from being crazy, but like I have always said: we don’t need to serve up crazy on a silver platter and invite them to a feast, now do we?