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You know when you're listening to music and it's really great and you think 'oh I should show this person'. So you do and they say something along the lines of 'yeah it's pretty good, sounds like *insert band name and link to song*. So you have to listen to pause your music and listen to their suggestion. Then be all, 'no that sounds nothing like what I sent you. Are you tone deaf? Did something go wrong with your primary auditory cortex?' *PSYCHOLOGY JOKE*. Then they get super offended because you didn't like the song, and were incredibly offensive about their brain functions. I hate that. 


Unrelated: Sometimes people from real life find my twitter account and they're all like 'LOL VENESA SAIS FUNI TINGS HEAR, LETZ FALLO HURR' then the voice in my head is all, 'goddamn it, how did you find me?!' but then I have to be nice and say things like 'haha yeah, you found me. I'll follow you back and read your tweets about sandwiches and an hourly update of how many hours of work you have left today. Great.' Honestly, it's like some people don't understand the point of twitter. It's for inappropriate thoughts that you couldn't possibly say to your real life friends. That's what twitter is. No one cares if you ran 5km or if you're feeding the dog. Keep that for Facebook.


I've accumulated a few followers from real life lately. It's not that I don't appreciate more followers it's more that I don't want you following me. You probably understand. If you're one of the people who follow me on twitter AND are my real life friend, don't quote my tweets at me. Actually, scrap that. Don't even mention twitter around me. If we're hanging out, twitter doesn't exist. I don't want you mentioning your account and I certainly don't need you to mention mine. Usually this is what happens if twitter is brought in my friendship circle.


Friend 1: I just got twitter
Me: *silence*
Friend 2: oh cool is it good?
Friend 1: yeah but getting followers is hard
Friend 3: don't you have twitter, Vanessa?
Me: *stare and subconsciously send death threats* ha yeah...
Friend 1: I'll follow you! What's your twitter name?
...And then a part of me dies.


Or this scenario, 


Friend A: are you on twitter?
Me: haha yeah
Friend B: I don't get twitter
Friend A: you should read her tweets *scrolls through my tweets, reading them out loud*
Me: *slowly dies inside*


Are you understanding what I'm saying? Twitter doesn't exist in public. No excuses.