Ah, that's just it. If you don't think, then you shouldn't talk.

Okay, so here is the scenario. Last night I am sitting quietly at the desk in my room, dragging myself through yet another chapter of econ. . . bla, bla, bla . . supply, demand, bla...bla, elasticity of demand, etc (I won't bore you with the details). So, I'm just sitting there, minding my own sweet business when I hear the familiar notification of a g-chat. Now, I only have g-chat with my friends, so I was expecting something friendly, something warm and inviting. You know, like this:




I guess you could say that, initially, that is what I got--or at least what I thought I got. The message was from an old friend that just got back from his mission. Let's give him an alias for this post, how about? You're a BIG schmuck! I like it, let's go with that. So, "You're a BIG schmuck"'s g-chat went a little something like this, "Hey you should go and read my facebook status. Good Night!" And then quick as a wink, he was offline. I thought that was a little weird, but I thought, "Okay, I'll check it out." I was excepting something like an old inside joke from high school, exciting news about a new job, a good grade, etc. This is what I found: "I love it when people say they're going to call you everyday, and then almost three weeks later, they still haven't called once.... you know who you are..."

Me, are you talking about me Mr. "You're a BIG schmuck"? Cause, I honestly have no memory of ever telling you that I would call you everyday-- actually, I can't really remember telling you I would call you, period. So . . .



I'll I have to say to is, PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE MUCH? I mean come on, did your mommy never teach you how to dial a number? Did you ever even stop to consider the fact that if you wanted to talk to me, you could call me instead of playing stupid games? Hmmm, guess not, which leads me to conclude the following: it's not really about you wanting to talk to me or having a friendship with me. It's all about how much attention I give you. I don't even talk to my own mother everyday, Mr. Schmuck! So, who exactly do you think you are, because . . . oh wait. News Flash, this just in: YOU are NOT God's gift to women. Time to grow up.




When you finally do (mature up), give me a call. Maybe we can be friends, but for right now you have pushed the wrong button just one too many times.


Don't push it again, just keep what would happen if you did left to the unknown. Because in the end if your curiosity doesn't get you, your ego will. P.S- And please remember, if you don't think...then you absolutely shouldn't talk or type messages into facebook or g-chat.