Ok, facebook, I get it. Apparently you think that this kind of pressure from my Mom, my Grandparents and the rest of the stupid world is not enough. No, apparently I need facebook to lean on me every time I log in (which is not 17,462 times a day while at work. I swear).
You know what, facebook? I think that you’re being unnecessarily pushy. It’s not that either of us is ashamed to ask. The answer to that particular question is a foregone conclusion. No, facebook, it’s a matter of finances. Or lack thereof. Perhaps you don’t understand, as you are raking in the ad revenue hand over fist. Ironically, from the same stupid ads that are currently taunting me.
Unlike you, facebook, I don’t go to sleep on a giant pile of money every night. And all of the extra cash that we do have goes towards fixing the 8,345,962 things that are currently wrong with our house. The previous owners… they didn’t like to finish projects. Or measure things. Or insulate outside facing walls. Or do anything by building code. So, we don’t have any extra cash to pay for an open bar and beef or chicken for all of our friends and family.
So, I’m asking you nicely, facebook, to back the fuck off. Lest I start giving you the same answer that I give to everyone else….
WHEN YOU STOP ASKING!!!
Phew.
Ahem.
I’m better now.
Firefox + Adblock Plus == What ads?
Don’t cave just cause society wants you to! Be strong where I couldn’t!
Seriously, the pressure to get married is ridiculous. James and I lived together for two years before we got married. We were committed to one another, just like a married couple. Marriage changed NOTHING of our day to day lives. Definitely changed how everyone else looked at us though, all of the sudden the boss man is going to bat for James to get him a raise because of his new found maturity.
Oh, and Thane ++ Facebook has ads? Never noticed… 🙂
Add me to the “don’t cave” crowd. I’d go further – srsly, what’s the point of embroiling God, the state, or even the aged relatives in your love life?
I’m a happy never-to-marry, happily seeing a wonderful divorced woman who I want to spend the rest of my life with, and every time I see someone go through a wedding I think a) oh sweet mercy what a nightmare for them and b) what the hell, a good party for me!