I Always Feel Like Somebody's Watching Me

And I have no privacy, whoa-oa-oa~

Kind of a-feared for my life right now. It's always a little unnerving to find out someone's been keeping tabs on your insignificant little life, no?
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Alright, so it's honestly not that bad. But to think that someone felt a little threatened by one or two teeny little things that they saw? Wow. I know even the best of us Facebook stalk a little every once in a while, but I never thought I was important or seemingly interesting enough to be a stalkee.

Also, I think I forget all too often that sometimes what you post on someone else's wall will show up on a completely different person's feed...AND YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHO.

DUN DUN DUNNNNNN!

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(y'see? they're faces with their mouths open!)

Some people, I honestly wouldn't mind if they saw or not. But those people are actually cool, and unfortunately few in number. And it's too much work to hide certain things from 15/16ths of your "friends" on Facebook. Siiiiiiiiigh.  （￣～￣ ）  Hmmm, hope you can decipher that face...

As much as I love Mesa, sometimes I wish it wasn't so........Mesa-ish. C'mon people, expand your thoughts, broaden your horizons! Exercise imagination! It's probably one of God's greatest gifts to us! Having a crappy day? Tch, not after you've imagined yourself riding through a field of lollipops on a magical robot unicorn, laughing at all the silly people that have offended you in some way or another dressed like little Keebler elves as you ride by them with rainbows trailing behind you!

What prompts me to say this? Well, for one, having to explain the little emoticons I sometimes make. The average person is so woefully afflicted with the limited knowledge of only these painfully boring and predictable emoticons:  :)  :(  ;)  There are other reasons too, but I won't delve into them right now--this was just supposed to be a short, quick post about stalkers! Anyway, I'm not saying that all those who come across this blog lack imagination--it's just that I've grown accustomed to having to explain so many things to people, as a result of the environment I've grown up in. I suppose it's sad how little faith I have in people sometimes, but where do such opinions come from? Experience. Too much of it. I just wish people could think and ponder and muse about things sometimes. Our society is so used to instant gratification. It's hard for people to come to their own logical conclusions. Anything unfamiliar and foreign to them is instantly deemed "weird." People don't try to look from other people's perspective and speculate why it is the way it is. 

Or maybe I'm just too analytical.

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