If you've been hanging around these parts for awhile, you might recall this little series of mine. It's something I created in order to deal with the frustrations and "are you effing kidding moments" that happen every day. Although I haven't written one in awhile, that's not to say those moments and frustrations have ceased to exist. In fact, they have been alive and well. So, here for you today, are a few of the things that have recently had me shaking my head in total confusion.
Things I don't understand...
1. People who each and every day feel the need to spam my social media feeds with photos of their children. Even worse than that, people who then write a status update as their children. Tell me you've seen this! "I had the best time with Grandma today! Thanks for the bath and the cuddles. I love you!" Um, excuse me, but I'm pretty sure that three-month-old has never spoken a word in its life and I'm almost certain it hasn't figured out how to type. So, seriously, parents, quit it. Just cut it right the hell out. Now, to be fair, I am honestly stoked for all of my friends with babies—(and I thank Mother Nature every day that I'm not one of you)—but after the fifth photo of the day, I lose my enthusiasm and I just get downright annoyed. I know you think I do, but I really don't need to be right there with you through each and every outfit change. One photo a day would suffice. Please, just take as many pictures as you like and then, at the end of the day—preferably when I'm already in bed—post your favourite. If I saw one a day, I'm sure I could muster up the finger power it takes to "like" your photo or even comment. But when you take it to the next level and force me to see your child every hour on the hour—yes, I'm on Facebook that often... but this isn't about me!—I will lose interest and I will become annoyed and I'll start thinking "are you fucking kidding me" and then I'll end up ranting and raving about you on my blog. Do you really want that? Do you?
3. How could a plane just disappear. Like, poof! Now you see it, now you don't styles. It just doesn't make sense. Considering the amount of technology we have these days, shouldn't we have some sort of doohickey to tell us where this massive projectile ended up? I'm seriously so baffled by this story. I don't understand how we don't have a GPS system or SOMETHING. And, how, in that small piece of water have we not found a single piece of the plane? Where the hell did it go? I need to know! The suspense is killing me!
What's been making you say "WTF" lately? I'd love to know.