The other morning, as I sipped my coffee, I was scrolling through some posts on the Book of Face(thanks Lance!). One of my friends had posted "It's confirmed, I'm going to be a mommy!" as her status. After the usual immediate stab of deep seated envy(sorry--I just can't help it), I dutifully typed my congratulations in the comments and moved on.
At least, I tried to move on. My friend later sent me a private message informing me that she had been playing the BREAST CANCER AWARENESS game. And I lost. My irritation was pre-coffee in its intensity.
chain things--posts, statuses, letters, emails, whatever--annoy me. Every time I see one of those long rants
followed by the requisite "97.4% will never repost" lines, I want to punch someone. If I don't post, I'm uncool, or evil, or just a very bad person? Is that what you're implying? Should I feel guilty for not wanting to spread this particular virus? Are we still in middle school? Should I start wearing the same hairstyle and the same clothes as everyone else, too? Because I think that I still have a few t-shirts from the 80s buried in my closet.
And breast cancer awareness? Really? We still need to make people aware that there is breast cancer? People are practically beating us over the head with ads about breast cancer! Since
breast cancer is the most heavily advertised cancer out there, I am pretty sure that even
babies are born already aware of it. So why the need to "raise awareness", in a ridiculous "secret" game, no less?
Because I lost and commented, I was now required to choose one from the following and post it as my status:
1) Darn diarrhea
2) How do you get rid of foot
3) No toilet paper, so goodbye socks
4) It's confirmed, I'm
going to be a mommy/daddy
5) Just won $900 on a scratch card
6) I just
found out I've been cheated on for the past 5 months.......
I was supposed to post one of the above without comment. The private message ended with the admonishment, "Don't be a
spoiled sport, play along with the game". Which fired up my irritation a second time, and made me want to say unkind things in addition to punching someone. Again, I'm a bad person if I don't play along with a horrible game? A game involves reciprocity. To call something like this a game should mean that the
person should have a choice to say "no". As in "No, I will not pander
to some vague peer pressure that says that I have to post some random
comment in order to avoid social condemnation."
My rebellious nature wanted to just not pick anything, to blow the entire thing off. However, in my quest to have a social life, I have a need to be nice to people who have been nice to me. I sat for at least five minutes staring at my phone, until my husband asked whether I was having a seizure. Then I had concerns about the people I would upset, based on my choice. My mother-in-law would send me a 40 page email regarding diarrhea treatments if I posted that status. My family would lose their minds with concerns about my health if I announced a pregnancy. Nobody on Planet Earth would believe that Larry would cheat on me. The scratch card was out. Foot fungus? As if.
After another five minutes of agonizing, I posted the one about the toilet paper, deeming it the least obnoxious. I figured that was the end of that. I had no plans to do more than that. If anyone commented, I wasn't interested in making them play. I would fulfill the barest minimum in a passive aggressive attempt to rebel without completely rebelling. I have issues, and I'm not proud of them, but that was that. I filed away the entire episode under "Stoopid Things I Do", and promptly forgot about it.
Then I got a text from my dad. "Why didn't you have any toilet paper? We brought you a case last week when we went to Sam's, didn't we?"
New house rule: No looking at the Book of Face until after lunch.