This one's for the ads...

Facebook was being a whole slew of words with regards to my notes page that I decided that I would utilise this space since I renegged and started posting some of my writing on my notes instead of this page...

The ads that I'm inundated with while on Facebook are multiple, with only two really big categories.

First category, and the one that makes me all twitchy and uncomfortable, are the ads about looking for "love" or just a relationship, we'll call this that Love Category of ads. They usually have the catch phrase of "looking for love" or "25, and Lonely?" then they're followed by well go to this website and in 25 dates you can find love, or meet single guys in your area. I don't believe in online romances, call me old fashioned but I'd like to at least have the ability to touch you, at least be a friend first. What's even worse is that part of me misses being in a relationship, that there was a closeness with someone that I really miss, but it's not screaming at me to jump at the first available guy, I'm seriously done with that whole just blindly going forward because I've left a trail of wreckage behind me when I've done that and it's not pretty, I don't enjoy that. Maybe part of me is also scared of that same thing. When I get scared I lock myself away in a mental and emotional tower. I don't give myself away, I don't do anything that would put me in that pathway. So in turn, I am stagnated, I am still, I don't budge, and I don't move. And this is why these types of ads make me twitchy and uncomfortable because then I analyze the nuances of my being...

Type 2 are the IQ ads...alright, I'm pretty smart, I like taking IQ tests for the fun of it, but IQ tests being taken as an adult are quite useless...then theres the ones that say George W. has an IQ of 125...if that's the case I'm offing myself to come back as an amoeba so that I don't have to think about that scary fact...

Then there's the odd ads about different events happening in my Network...not very interesting, unless you count the Blue Jays mascot who's knitting...are you disturbed, because I am...

I had this startling realisation that someone reminds me of a very good friend of mine, which makes me miss this friend even more...

My parents think that my postings are depressing, or have a depressing tone to them, but if I were to write about how wonderful my day was, or how the sun's shining, and how happy I feel, I'd have a whole lot less to write...