Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Getting De-Tagged


In the ever growing social connected world we live in, there is one thing that reigns supreme. I'm not talking about Myspace, or Twitter or AOL 27.0 (it's gotta be around 27 by now), I'm talking of course, about Facebook tags. I rarely go on Facebook anymore as I found I am better at openly stalking a girl in public compared to if I just stalked her in the privacy of my TV room at 4 o'clock in the morning with my laptop. You see the Facebook Stalk is not for me anymore. I mean, I used to love Fbook stalking, but as I began to realize, most pictures don't really show what the girl really looks like. I mean, sure you can tell a lot about a girl by her Facebook profile, such as her interests: THETA!, shoes, James Franco, vino (you're so cultured), (insert city she studied abroad in), (insert her favorite bar), The Hills. We all know numerous girls with similar Fbook interests, in fact I'm pretty sure that's the majority of girls in the U.S.

Anyway, back to what I was getting at; a girl can look like a 10 in her pics and then when you finally meet her you realize why she never fully smiled in any of her pictures (missing 2 aesthetically pleasing teeth) and that whatever camera she was using should be used by the people on the Proactiv commercials because I never noticed those skin blotches in any of her pictures and those zits are tough to look away from. However, when I get notifications on my RichBerry that I have some Facebook tags I don't think there's anything better, aside from a BBM of course. I'll immediately find the nearest computer to check out what the tags are all about. If you're a bro, and you try to avoid the de-tags at all costs, just know you're not the only one. I try to avoid the de-tag at all costs as well. Some people obviously feel different about this. Oh, you're scared someone that interviewed you at UBS will somehow see the picture of you licking a girls face? That's why you de-tagged it? Not because you look like an overweight, unshaven, sexual predator?

If there's one thing I love about photos, it's listening to people's reaction to what the picture they just took looks like. "Oh that's a nice one of us."---Translation: "Oh, I look good there, I didn't even bother looking at anyone else in the photo." Of course, there's the opposite to that too, "Ew, I don't like that picture I look so fat and my face looks strange."--Translation: "Shit! I look how I normally do, oh and I also didn't even look at anyone else in the picture again so, whatever, just fucking delete it please." I don't mind when I look like a retard in some pictures and you shouldn't either. That one retard moment of yours is forever frozen in time. I say embrace it, cherish it. And if you really want to de-tag it to forget that "crazy night" just remember, de-tagging will not erase those memories. But do you know what will? Weed and booze.

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