So, I have been busier than usual lately. Work has fired up since Barclays and HSBC's misdemeanors have come into the spotlight and basically, we're all under intense scrutiny because when something big happens in an industry that affects other people, someone's got to pay.
It's like the whole sinking Cruise Liner Incident all over again. Ship hit a rock off the coast off Italy because the Captain was too busy snogging his mistress to pay attention to the co-ordinates, and then suddenly every other Cruise Liner was put on red alert to ensure they don't fall victim to the same mistake.
On top of that, I have an aunt, great aunt and great uncle who are gravely ill... all different ailments, different hospitals. Add a recently diagnosed cousin and another close cousin with swelling on the brain and you have a family running around like headless chickens, in desperate need of VIP parking at every hospital in Johannesburg - that or free shares in the Healthcare Industry. Everyone is handling this surprisingly well. Just this evening my aunt offered me a cigarette - said she's only doing it coz she's dying.
And as if that's not enough, throw in a couple of weddings, pending divorce, family arguments and bickering and suddenly just being in this family is a full time job with it's own toxic stress levels.
So yeah, I've been busy.
And when I'm this busy, I don't have time for shit which, through nature's law of Murphy, always comes at the most inappropriate time. And this time, it came through Facebook.
See, I was minding my own business as I'm prone to do and I thought I could escape for a few minutes into the mindlessness that is Social Media, when I got the friendship invitation. It was from a guy I don't know and have never spoken to. Now, ordinarily I don't mind who befriends me on Facebook because I like interacting and socialising with many different people. Read PEOPLE, not FREAKS.
Anyways, 3 days later I get a message from this guy and in this message he tells me that he was very intrigued by my profile at first but that after befriending me he was left unimpressed. He called himself Norman (an English version of his real name). Then he emphatically stated that the only reason he added me was because he thought I was a Pakistani and then went on to complain that there weren't enough photos of me and not enough details about my life. And then he went further, accusing me of "collecting people on Facebook" as someone "who feels good about how many people they have as friends". And then he kindly ended the message with "Wanted to know u but not anymore. Take care".
I urge you, dear reader, to remember that HE added ME.
So naturally, I was kinda peeved. I mean, who the hell does this guy think he is... acting like he has done me a favour by adding me to his list of friends and then criticising when he knows absolutely NOTHING about me or my life. And so I had to respond:
You're a Pakistani that calls himself Norman? Now who's the hypocrite?
FYI ( but not that it's any of your business) - I know most of the people on my profile. At least one third of them I went to school and university with, and two thirds are family members, friends, colleagues or part of my social network.
Sorry if I don't parade my life on Facebook, I don't spend ALL my time posing in front of mirrors, taking photos of myself like most of the girls you know. I actually HAVE a life.
This is why the world has such a low opinion of Pakistani's. I pity you. Right, now go and call someone who gives a shit about your retarded opinions - or better yet go cry on your Mother's shoulder and tell her that she should have taught you better manners - and then you can go and fuck off to whatever shit-hole you came from, you fucking good-for-nothing maggot. Goodbye.