Showing posts with label rant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rant. Show all posts

Sunday, April 27, 2014

Enough Is Enough!

For a long time now, I've tried to keep my mouth shut. I've tried to ignore things I see. I try to pretend as if nothing is bothering me. But to be honest, I just simply cannot hold it in any longer. I feel as if I'm a whistling kettle, just done and wanting to let off steam; a pot on the stove, ready to boil over if I'm continuously exposed to heat. Well, enough is enough. I'm blowing off my steam and letting myself boil over, cause frankly, holding in the way I feel isn't healthy.

Okay, here we go. Deep breath and dive on in.

Have you ever met someone online who you thought it would be cool to know? I sadly made that mistake with someone, and now I find myself regretting that I ever made the connection in the first place.

At first, I didn't mind my tweets being favourited. I kind of liked it, to be completely honest with you all, because let's face it, this is the age of social media, and getting noticed is a large part of what social media is all about. Many of us share things because we like it, and we think our friends will too. Or maybe a post/tweet is helpful, and we feel it should be passed on. Or as it is in most cases, we like what the post/tweet says.

Then I started noticing a trend with this person, and I wasn't entirely sure how I felt about it. We all want to be noticed by people we admire, and I'm no exception to that by any means. But there's a point when it becomes too much, and even the most patient of people lose their cool.

Sure, respond to something if you have a relevant point. If it makes sense to share or retweet something, then go for it. But when a person retweet/shares or favourites/likes everything that a person says, it tends to become really annoying really fast. It gets to the point where even seeing their name begins to rub you the wrong way.

I mean sure, we all like to feel "connected" to our favourite celebrities. In some cases we have met them, spent time with them, had some kind of experience that makes us feel closer to them. We feel we can share good/bad news with them, and know that they understand what we're going through. But when it gets to the point that you say the same thing in multiple posts/tweets in hopes that they'll notice you, well then its a wee bit obsessive. Sure you're excited about what you have to tell them, but did you stop to think that they didn't feel the need to reply because maybe they have something more pressing than responding to you? Just because they don't respond doesn't mean that you're not noticed.

I myself am one of those who enjoys getting a response, I'll admit it. But I dont constantly seek it out. I reply if I have something relevant to say. If I really like what was said, perhaps I favourite a tweet or like a post. And if I feel like it should be shared, I share it. But I don't do it because I'm looking for attention. Like I said, I enjoy getting a reply as much as the next person, but to constantly press for attention makes you appear desperate and needy. Is there something missing that you feel it necessary to continuously seek attention from social media?

Its easy to tell why you get some of this attention. The person often is a polite one, and feels the need to offer a thank you, because let's face it, celebrities wouldn't have the life they have if they didn't have people supporting them along the way. But everyone has their breaking point, and at some point will reach it. But where they can't say anything because it could have an adverse affect on their career, I've got nothing to lose.

So please, for the sake of those who you choose to engage with (or those that simply put up with your ways), slack off a bit. Cut out the "look at me" routine, because honestly, it's getting old. You're no more than any other fan honey, and maybe its about damn time someone told you that.

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Time for a Rant

Ooh, it's been a long time since I ranted, but someone on twitter has me riled up. Really ready to smack her right across her smug little bitch face.

Perhaps I should explain. I decided to do my nails for Halloween, as I will be dressing up to hand out treats to the children. A friend of mine found awesome black and red nails, so I decided to give them a try. 

Now, my nails aren't as long as I'd like them to be, so obviously they're not going to turn out exactly like any pictures I may find. I know and accept that. I also know that I'm not the greatest at doing nails, but I enjoy the practice. After all, one can only get better by practicing.

After finishing the left hand, which I had liked, I posted it on twitter. No big deal, I thought. Obviously I was wrong. Some snarky little bitch was making nasty remarks towards me. I explained that my nails weren't that long, so it was the best I could do. She was still nasty. 

I felt defeated and upset. After all, I'm not a serious nail artist, just someone who likes to experiment. But I blocked her, and moved on. Tried something new, and really like how they turned out:


This *woman* (and I use the term lightly) actually responded to this photo, and said "wtf are those? Mini hulks?" What a stupid idiot!! It says on the damn hash tag- mini frankensteins. How stupid do you have to be? Can you not read? Argh. People like that annoy me. This world is full of idiots, and she's one of them.

And don't even get me started about the hockey game tonight...

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Basement Blues

Dear Readers, permit me a rant if you will.


Woke up this morning to more yelling and stomping from upstairs. Granted it was after 7 in the morning (I'm not going to say when). Now most times I am a pretty patient person, but the noise from upstairs has gotten to the point where I am losing sleep and my high reserve of patience.


I had just gotten out of the shower the other day and had my music up a little louder than normal. As it was well before 11 in the evening, I thought nothing of having it up (noise rules for both the upstairs and downstairs, as both are rented, are in effect from 7 a.m. to 11 p.m.) but the disrespectful cows that live upstairs thought otherwise. 


I was barely out of the shower with my towel wrapped around me when the stomping started. Now I don't know if I've ever told you this before, but the stomping happens on a regular basis. Most times I just let it slide. Turn my music up a little bit, or stick the iPod ear buds in, and I'm fine. But when the stomping is so hard that the light in your bedroom shakes and then shorts out, well enough is enough.


Haven't yet told the landlord about it, because I know that the minute I go to her with a concern or complaint, that the neighbours upstairs will make up something about me. So in an effort to keep the peace, I have said nothing. But I honestly don't know how much longer I can put up with the noise. Every day is some combination of screaming, fighting, yelling, stomping, swearing and kids crying. This woman (and I use the term lightly) has three children from three different men and CLAIMS that her kids are her life. Well if that's the case beotch, get up and see to your children when they are yelling, fighting or crying. That's what a real mother does. I may not have children, but a know the difference between a good mother and one who just pawns them off on her own mother.


Phew. Now on a lighter note...


The countdown is on for the release of Alan Doyle's solo record. The album, titled Boy on Bridge drops on Tuesday, May 15th, just a week from today. The video for the first single I've Seen A Little is being filmed in Toronto on May 10th. There will be tv appearances on May 14th and 15th, and Alan will also be on Q, (CBC Radio-2, 99.1 FM) this coming Friday at 11 a.m. check it out if you can.


Also, check out his website for details on tour dates and how to get tickets. I'll be seeing him with a friend at Club One, George Street, St. John's on June 10th. Hope to see you there; should be a blast!


Cheers,
Krista