Social Network Blunders.
So, ok. I wrote this post about Poison Idea the other day, and I sent the link to them via their facebook. Well so they post it on their feed, and Jeff, the guitarist writes me back and I’m all stoked.
At any rate, someone commented on the post on their feed and described a PI show I mentioned in my blog post as “epic”. I read it, but you know wasn’t thinking and a little while later I commented on the feed and described the part of the show when Pig Chamion puked onstage..and I was like “I guess it was what the kids these days would call “epic”, but to us back then it was just punk as fuck.” So, I post the comment, and forget about ti.
Then like ten minutes later I look back and realize I accidentally trolled.
I felt like the biggest dick. Went back, deleted the comment. Fuckin dude probably saw it and thought I was busting on him for using the term epic though. I didn’t mean it like that, I just meant it’s kind of like a term the young ‘uns use nowadays-and I’d totally forgotten that he’d used it. Still. I hate sounding like I’m trolling unless I’m actually meaning to fucking troll. Which I never would be towards another punk rock type anyway.
So, you know, mea culpa and all that shit. Or as the kids nowadays say, my bad.
Most enjoyable.
Jesus, dude. Don’t I know this kind of shit. Writing something, some comment on Facefuck, some little smart-ass joke, and not really thinking about it, until some point in the middle of the night. I see a new way to read what I wrote as a total insult or slur. Sitting up in a cold sweat. Deleting, but way too late. Feeling like the worst cretin to crawl the earth.
Remember when I used “def” (as in definitely) with that one guy, then remembered (much later) that his kid was hearing-impaired? Oh fuck. Just kill me at that point. All I want to do is die.
I NEVER use “def.” It sounds so fucking corny 80′s hip-hopping Fresh Prince of Bel Aire. But, apparently the only time I WILL use it, is with the father of a deaf kid. My stupidity astounds.
Thanks for still being my friend.
There’s got to be a word for the regret one feels for accidentally creating an awkward social network moment. Maybe I should make one up.
that’s why I got off Facebook. How about a trollocks? As in, “I made a complete trollocks of myself on line last night.” It has a slightly Irish ring to it.
Trollocks it is!