I am in a weird mood today. I have a lot of things I need to be doing around the house, but I so far, motivating myself to accomplish those tasks has been tough.
I cleaned up the kitchen, cleaned out the fridge, and shopped for food for the luncheon tomorrow. Oh, and took a shower. Those are the major accomplishments so far.
Facebook never ceases to amaze me. I got a friend request from a French guy I've never heard of, and just sort of shrugged and friended him. He only had two other friends. I then was online and he started a chat. He has no idea who I am either. It was an awkward chat, to say the least. He has since friended several of my friends. They are all pretty ladies. I clearly don't fit that description. I am wondering if he thinks I am a guy?! "Dee" is an unknown name anywhere but here, so can sound ambiguous, and I have short hair and rarely wear makeup. I can see him making the mistake.
I was once pulled over by a cop and given a ticket for speeding and he thought I was a young man the whole time, I am sure. I had on overalls, short hair, no makeup. He was really harsh.
As a small child my mother kept my hair cut short [in a "pixie"] to save the hassle of barrettes and hair ribbons and such. So people sometimes thought I was a boy.
I have always thought it was funny when people made the mistake of thinking me male.
As I mentioned, I am in a weird mood. So I have sent Friend requests to a number of folks on Facebook who do not like me. It's sort of an experiment. I want to see if any of them approve the requests.
I even sent a Friend request to a woman who has hated my guts since sixth grade. I also sent one to someone who used to be a friend but decided about ten years ago she doesn't like me.
I seriously doubt either one of them will confirm the Friend Request, but who knows? Maybe they've had a lot of medication since they started despising me and it's killed some memory cells.
After about 7th grade I quit ever trying to purposely piss anyone off. So I'm always amazed now when someone decides they don't like me, because it's not over anything I did deliberately.
In the unlikely event that any of the folks who really don't like me send me a rude or ugly message, I will know they have not matured any over the years. One can then only pity them. I might quote them here, though, just for fun [but I won't reveal their real names for fear of litigation..]
In scrolling through the Friend lists of my friends, trolling for people who don't like me, I have noticed several things of interest.
- The more money a woman has, the more likely she will have three names. Us poor folks just use two names, and we don't care about monograms.
- There are an astonishing number of men who have what I call Barney Rubble necks.
- I have to wonder about the mental health of people who use their dog's head, or cat's head, as a profile picture.
- In the south, people with money usually give their children last names as first names - for example Anderson, Greer, Knox, etc. My mother's accountant for years had "Bates" for a first name. I always figured he probably had a rough childhood.
- If you ever see a person's name and wonder where they're from, here's a hint - if the first name is Bo, Bubba, or Trey, they're probably southern.
Oh, if you're reading this thinking, "I got a Friend Request from Dee today but I didn't know we were enemies!" - don't sweat it. I sent a number of requests to non-enemies, too, just for the heck of it.
