Some keep sharing baby pictures to a nauseating extent. I’m not a baby hater, so I do like one baby picture or two of the spawn of the people I actually care about, but there are some crazos who apart from not understanding the dangers of publicizing your child too much on social media, love to annoy their friends to death with updates about their children’s lives every available second of the day. Your child went poopoo on the toilet? Why do I have to know about that? And for our sanity's sake, your child is not a model, so stop dressing them up like adults and asking me to like their Facebook baby photo contest pictures.
Then there’s those who constantly share the turned single to turned in a relationship, to turned single back again status. Please update us when you are actually sure you are in a relationship, not the first time you shtoopped they guy. I know people on Facebook who have their relationship status private, because how complicated one's love/sex life is, it's none of their friends business, unless it is to proclaim that the On Sale sign is now off for probably good, or for a long while.
And then there’s those who share incredibly depressing photos of people whose lives apparently will be saved if we like the photo. Dear friends, for the last freaking time, that’s a scam. I know you have a good heart but stop spamming my homepage with pictures of sad and sick children.
But nothing annoying aforementioned really compares to how much any of us should be loathing those annoying Facebook Couple Profiles. These couples aren’t satisfied with the idea of having a Facebook Page about their couplehood (because who is actually going to like that page) but they actually force their mutual friends to sit through the friending of an unidentified blob of an identity which is called The Couple. Not only do I really loathe these profiles and the mere knowledge that they exist out there, and in my list of friends, but I also care enough to write about it and insist on why should everybody else hate them too. I'm giving you three compelling reasons, so hear me out:
I really don’t want to be FBFs with your fellow
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