The Nice Girl Rant

You may have (probably not) noticed that a lot of changes have been made; mainly, the page being stripped bare. My hope was to post a long, tearful adios to the world of Twilight fanfiction, but as luck would have it, I get to skip the dreaded goodbye/hello because today, shockingly, something a little more blog-worthy came to mind.

Twitter, can't live with it, can't live without it. You see, we're in a relationship of sorts, Twitter and I. When I'm lonely, in need a little comfort, it's there with limitless LOLs and endless chatter. However, like any real partnership, it isn't always sunny. 

Mean girls, they exist! Indirecting this, passive aggressively tweeting that, correcting and critiquing your every last letter, and don't even get me started on the fake "I love ya". 

 

Keira.. Heron?

 Here I am, the Cady Heron of Twitter, laying it all on the line; I... am not popular, I'm likable and agreeable. While you're busy indirectly tweeting people into an early grave, ("Is she talking about me?" "OMG, I KNOW that tweet was about me." "Did you just see what -insert tweeter- said?! What a BITCH!") I'm sitting back, watching and yes, admittedly  judging. I'm indifferent. Pretty much. I can't fight you through a screen, so what's the point? Not that I'd fight you anyway. I have my big girl panties on. I'd rather spend my time enjoying all than limiting myself to a group. Sue me. But don't. I'm broke.

Social networking etiquette, is there such a thing? Rarely will you see me rant online, but everyone has their limits. Today, for the first time in well over a year, mine were pushed. I *think* I handled it well, confronting the person one on one. I could have passive aggressively let the cannon loose, or worse, not said anything. There's a lot I can handle. Unfounded hate, bigotry, prejudice, whatever word you choose to describe it, is not and never will be. I'm not asking that people change their views, I'm asking that they're mindful. 

Lastly, boys in the RP world. A boy... a real (or not) boy... They're a commodity, I get it, but watching every girl on your TL go into heat the minute one of them comes on has become nauseating. As much fun as it would be to watch a match.com live feed, it isn't what I signed up for. 

While this turned into something completely different than expected and probably not what you'll see in the future, I thank you for reading my nice girl rant and urge you to check back for the next... a year from now.