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Friday Funny Was Not Funny

Not been blogging much because I just don't feel very funny these days but on the topic of funny, I think I need to clarify some things here. I did the clarifying on my FB the other day and I said in my status update that I sometimes just don't want to add some people on Facebook because there are 'funny' people out there in this world.

You know 'funny' as in 'a little weird'? Yeah.

I say this based on experience. I used to add every single donkey and monkey who comes into my website or blog and add me on Facebook but I don't anymore because there were times when I said something personal or something that was my own personal opinion, I got flamed real bad.

Well, I could ignore these people but it smarts sometimes and I don't like that because I don't know them at all.

Like this Easter and Good Friday thing, I posted something which I thought was funny.

I said 'Fridays are good. I love Fridays. Coincidentally, tomorrow is good Friday. *cheers*'

Now, let me clarify that the *cheers* was meant for Fridays are good, I love Fridays but it appeared at the end of the sentence, so, this man told me off because he thought I was cheering because it was Good Friday. I wanted him to cut me some slack on the Christianity front because I wasn't really in-the-know about what Good Friday was about. 


I knew it was something about the resurrection of Christ and stuff and that is why they named it Good Friday but I also knew that it was sometimes known as Black Friday. I should've given more thought as to why it was both Good and Black.


Fact is, I didn't. My kids' school was celebrating Good Friday so I didn't need to wake up the next morning, hence, I was ready for some celebrating, man!! Every body else has to wake up on Good Friday and I don't - the world loves me!


That was the sentiment - and yet, that guy took it the wrong way and called me 'naturally stupid' and also a 'mental midget'. I apologized and he continued to slam me. Sigh....such cultural tolerance amongst us. 


It. Was. Unintentional. (but he said it was unimpressive, unfunny and unintelligent.)


See why I don't want to add every donkey and monkey that adds me on Facebook now? 

Comments

shanaz@RS said…
Well, you are right in NOT EVER adding any donkeys, because your story has just spilled out one of the many tons of reasons why.

Seriously, why was he so hung up, about your status message. I hope you have blocked, deleted, and marked him, as forever a donkey spammer.

Happy Good Friday, anyways. Even if today's not Friday, and I don't know the true meaning of thee dayy!
Marsha Maung said…
shanaz, for sure i did, man! i got a bit panicky because...well, I didn't mean it and no matter how many times i said sorry and explained, he just called me names. walau...never been kena-ed like this before.

even previously, some strange muslim fler posting some really weird stuff.

and then another time, political people just went on rampage over some things i innocently noted or said...

...that's why i don't simply add anymore. i couldn't care less the number of friends i have on my friend's list. it's not a contest what.... :-)

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