The people from the internet.

Sometimes I like to question the reality of the internet, or at least the people who are on it. I accept all friend requests on Facebook, unless I don’t like the person, so I have a lot of random people on my friends list, I have never met them and for all I know meeting them is an impossibility, because who knows, maybe they aren’t even real. I don’t add random people, I think that’s just silly, but I love being added by random people. I get a lot of people adding me randomly saying that they read my blog, which surprises me. I never thought that this blog would appeal to people that I didn’t know, or weren’t in it, but you know, it is the internet. I also get a lot of random people adding me that I never hear from again. I’m not one for the ‘hey thanks for the add but do I know you? Xx’ because it just seems silly, I mean if you have to say that you obviously don’t know them, why make it a question?

Last night I got some random woman add me who Andrew said is Turkish, but I think he just assumed from the name; Nabila Kahn Kahn. I accepted, like I do with everyone and then I get a notification saying that she has commented on one of my pictures. I check it, and she has commented on my default saying ‘hot pic’. I don’t know how you can do that, I mean sure, the picture is me dancing with Tallulah and I’m not wearing a shirt, so the picture really is oozing hotness, but I just don’t see how you can actually do that, just comment someone that you have never met and just being like ‘hey your fucking hot as’, especially when you are some bloody twenty year old Pakistani Turkish woman. I have two friends in common with this woman, how did she even find me, and why did she find me, and why has she commented on the same picture two times.

There’s this other girl on my friends list who I am almost curtain isn’t real. Her Facebook name isn’t her actual name; she calls herself Beachbabe, which is obviously not her real name. She talks to me on Facebook chat every day and when I originally talked to her and flirted back because I thought it was funny, I stopped because it just got weird. By weird, I mean she is now constantly telling me that she loves me, as in she says that she is in love with me, so I am seriously starting to doubt whether she is a real person or not. Now I log into Facebook to hear the popping sound almost instantly as she tells me that she loves me, this is something that a normal person wouldn’t do, and by that I mean a real person, any person.

I have six hundred and thirty two Facebook friends. As much as I like to say that I know them all, which would be as much of a lie as saying that a raccoon came into my room and brought in all this gold but then when I went to grab the gold the raccoon bailed back out my window. It was the first time that my window has ever really been open because I normally leave it closed. I chased it outside but then I tripped over and landed in these cactuses that are located outside my bedroom window, I grazed my knees all over the bricks outside my room and I had pebbles stuck into the newly formed indents in my face of which the pebbles decided to make their new home. I climbed back into my room and laid down on my bed picking out the cactus prickles that were all over my body, but then I realised that none of this happened because it was as much of a lie as if I were to say that I know all six hundred and thirty two of my Facebook friends.