What the fuck is it with lifeless assholes who truly think the lives of people they follow are their personal business & that they have some sort of authority to weigh in? Pompous, soulless motherfuckers. Few things anger me like toxic pieces of shit damaging people I care about.
Just because someone is a public figure does NOT entitle you to try to lord over and/or shame their choices/actions. Especially when you don’t really know a goddamn thing other than what some angsty asshole claims. You don’t know their fucking relationships. You don’t know SHIT.
The more I build friendships & connections with various social media “influencers” (an obnoxious fucking term that sounds highly poisonous, as though they manipulate you. Most of these people don’t—they just share their lives, opinions, stories, etc. You CAN be your own person)…
the more this type of bullshit hits close to home & strikes me very personally because as most people should know by now: fucking with me is one thing. Whatever. Most nonsense will bounce off me unless it deals with my connections to my friends. But DO NOT FUCK WITH MY FRIENDS.☠️
It is an act of war to accost people I love in any way. Even people I’m not quite officially friends with, like acquaintances & such; if I care even somewhat, chances are good that you will draw my ire if you mistreat them. This most definitely includes hounding them about drama
to the point where they keep having to leave their social media platforms because their mental health is repeatedly being compromised. Shut the FUCK UP with your salty attitudes regarding their relationship choices & being bitter because you’re way too goddamn obsessed with their
love lives. Fucking fuck the fuck off. ESPECIALLY if you’re just someone’s fan or “stan”; IT IS NOT YOUR PLACE TO DICTATE ANOTHER HUMAN BEING’S LIFE JUST BECAUSE THEY’RE PUBLIC. PERIOD. Even as a friend you’d still only have limited privileges. For Chrissakes, this is all coming
from a guy with a history of pissing off friends & romantic interests because my Asperger’s Syndrome makes it hard to recognize certain kinds of social boundaries. Mostly just in the sense that I just don’t shut up when someone needs space. But even I usually have fucking tact.
Like god fucking damn. It’s not fucking complicated. I mean, hell, for most of my life I could have been considered someone who had no life, but even at my loneliest & most pathetic I still didn’t try to live vicariously through others—especially not just people I followed. And I
damn sure wouldn’t have ever considered trying to tell anyone I was a “fan” of how to live their lives. Brainless buckets of dick cheese. I can’t fucking stand it. Fuck OFF if you’re unhappy with something your ‘favorite’ (a questionable term if you mistreat them) “influencer”
says or does. Either support them, shut the hell up, or go to hell. End of.
@allyhardesty96 @TrumanKimball @SithFrogKermit Bet it won’t be too hard for you guys to figure out who this explosive rant is in defense of. Hint: She shares her last name with arguably the most legendary soup brand in America. This also applies to you, Ally. @JaclynGlenn as well
Nothing brings out the nasty side of me (and I don’t mean perverted) like toxic pieces of shit trying to bring down the people I love.
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