Social Media Etiquette: Like for Like, Follow for Follow, Delete for Delete

There has to be some kind of "social media etiquette " over all of our current waves of communication. I am suggesting one:  Like for Like, Follow for Follow, Delete for Delete.!

In today's social media phenomena everyone is still figuring out how it all works.  How to become the next social media sensation.  It seems, in order to succeed, it requires; timing,  familiarity with each media platform, and an honest product and a genuine

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demeanor.  You have to win your audiences by content.  Not by your nudie pictures.  However most people are more concerned with numbers and averages.  That seems to now become the name of the game.  How many numbers, friends do you have on FB, or Twitter, how many on Instagram, YouTube. What are your averages, what is your fame value, likes per page, acclaim value, etc, etc, etc.


A lot of people are just concerned with numbers. Scenerio: They will like you, you will like back. After a few days they will delete you.

These folks, "trolls", (in definition they are trolls since they are messing with you) are only concerned with how many people are following them or liking them or whatever.  You get my point. You are just a liability to them.

These trolls are not big celebrities, remember we are not talking about Justin Bieber here.  (He was found on YouTube.)  We are talking about people who count on the fact that most people won't delete them back, and in average most won't.  Until now.  My favorite little app right now is "Followers".  A free app.  It kindly tells you; all your trolly friends (not requited).  And guess what - little Trolly friend - if you have deleted me after you asked me to like you, I'll DELETE YOU.  Ha ha.  'Cause you are messing with my averages!

So, kids,  remember social media  etiquette:  Like for Like, Follow for Follow, Delete for Delete.
I will like you if you like me.  I will follow if you follow me and the big one ...  drum role please ...  I will delete you if you delete me.

Of course only until I become big and famous and only the true will survive.  *wink*

People Love a Sad Story

The Loss of Love is something we can all relate to.  It's life.  And I, like many others lost that love, often in the most dramatic ways.  These experiences have changed my life and possibly created a different outcome.  I have morned that loss.  And I have cried many times alone. Invisible tears.

I, however, have always worn a smile regardless of how I felt inside.  I didn't talk about my feelings

with anyone and "acted" as if whatever had transpired, this emotional failure, didn't bother me at all.  But it did, to a very high degree.  Other people saw this as a sign of uncaring on my part, even though most of the time someone had done harm to me.

I recall an experience.  My high school boyfriend and I attended a party with all our good friends, including my ex best friend who had cheated with my current  boyfriend (at that time).  It was an uncomfortable scene.

I did what I had to do, I partied to keep myself from the situation.  Of course after many drinks I had to go to the bathroom and, unlucky for me,  I ran into her.  Now,  this all happened very quickly; she started talking to me, grabbed me, pulled me into the bathroom and locked the door!!! Yes, the

bitch locked the door.  I was in disbelief.  I thought she was joking.  I tried to open the door.  She got in front of it and basically wrestled me away from the door. She was forcing me to talk to her.

And trust me, the only thing I was doing was sitting at one end of the restroom sofa. I was scared as fuck.  I hoped my silence would make her let me out,  ASAP.  I tried to remain calm, but inside I was screaming.  She talked at me for the longest time and to this day I can't really remember what she said. All I was concerned with was getting out.  I was suffocating.  I was anxious.  I was trying to keep from freaking out.

Finally she let me out !!! I, RAN OUT.

Guess what?  When I ran out everyone ran to her and asked her if, "she was ok."  As if I had forced her into that room and locked the door on her.  I had been so frightened while she held me hostage and so scared of what she could do to me.  Although she was the culprit, it was I who was later referred to as, calculating, bossy, flirty, and a tease.  I was so upset.  But of course I could not verbalize or show it.  Even my boyfriend didn't ask if I was ok. Everyone's attitude towards the "hostage" situation made me more upset.  I managed to ask him to take me home.

I suffered the betrayal but because I didn't react, everyone blamed me

for everything.

I have always been the second smallest everywhere I've gone. People have always tried to bully me.  Most of the time I've managed to stand up for myself.

I can't tell you all of my sad stories,  but what I can tell you is,  I'm not my sad story.    I don't want a pity party.   I don't want that to define me though it is of course part of me.  Although at times I'll be misunderstood,  I stay strong, be a leader,  not too stubborn, not too naive and always be a good person.

Today I am a trained professional actress and today is my story, not my past not my bad experiences not my sad story.

 Regardless, I will always carry a smile.