Why do people feel they can be so rude and judge mental to others just because they are behind a computer screen? People are looking for helpful comments, not judgmental toned ones. Not everyone can afford or wants the same kind of wedding. I just wish people could be happy for others and keep their negative comments to themselves.
Re: Why?
See, like this...there was no reason to be rude about it. I am all for being honest with people, but there is a polite way to say things and a rude way. I totally understand that some people have bad ideas, however, it is not our place to be mean and hurtful.
I personally think a lot of snarky comments in general are unnecessary, but the commentors main points are typically correct.
I consider myself fairly smart and am confident I am commiting no etiquette faux pas but I will still not post a single thing on the E board. I just don't have the heart because I'm soft and I know it.
Maybe people who are lazy, selfish, drama llamas that do nothing but complain and make up excuses about ANYTHING and EVERYTHING should take a fucking hint and realize it's not everyone else that's the problem.
Holy fucking shit.
Meanwhile you've RUN from TWO message boards FULL of people who have ALL called you out for being a lazy, selfish, useless, DRAIN ON SOCIETY who is FULL OF EXCUSES FOR EVERYTHING IMAGINABLE?!?!?!
I just can't.
Let me be CLEAR, sweetheart, I have been FIGHTING the STRONG urge to say it IRL...especially because you were stupid enough to give us all your REAL name. And a simple search of Facebook and LinkedIn tells us all the names of your BF, his family, your place of work, etc. Maybe you should stop bitching about how mean we all are and start thanking your goddamn lucky stars that no one has emailed your boss yet and clued him into what you're REALLY up to all fucking day long.
Meanwhile you've RUN from TWO message boards FULL of people who have ALL called you out for being a lazy, selfish, useless, DRAIN ON SOCIETY who is FULL OF EXCUSES FOR EVERYTHING IMAGINABLE?!?!?!
I just can't.
Let me be CLEAR, sweetheart, I have been FIGHTING the STRONG urge to say it IRL...especially because you were stupid enough to give us all your REAL name. And a simple search of Facebook and LinkedIn tells us all the names of your BF, his family, your place of work, etc. Maybe you should stop bitching about how mean we all are and start thanking your goddamn lucky stars that no one has emailed your boss yet and clued him into what you're REALLY up to all fucking day long.
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Maybe she should check out the Treehouse? Maybe they'll see she's just misunderstood?
Oh, no wait.
From what I reread in the potluck thread, no one attacked you. blunt, yes. honest, yes. attacking? no.
If you can provide additional food for your guests they will probably enjoy themselves more. I went to a wedding once with a cocktail reception with passed apps. and a few stations. reception was like, 7-8ish. Everyone was hungry. My parents and I hit up Mcdonalds before and and we were still hungry.
To be clear, I didn't threaten you. I simply pointed out that someone CAN do this EASILY, whether you've deluded yourself to believe otherwise or not.
Every time you post something new, I wonder what happened to social darwinism.
A) Not going to work at all because you were running late
C) Being unable to conduct a simple google search
D) All of the above
But if you're too lazy to do that, which you've demonstrated you are, my advice is to stop looking for work. I have a brilliant plan for you. You can author an encyclopedia of excuses. Yep. That's your get rich quick scheme right there.
None of us went to the Treehouse ProBoards and called you out on your crazy. We figured you were gone from here, good riddance, and all was well with the world.
There are at least three dozen women actively watching this hilarity.
And I am not making fun of you. I am calling you out. We all TRIED to HELP you. You didn't want help. You wanted to play the POOR ME game because it was easier because you are too goddamn LAZY to look in the mirror and acknowledge how RIGHT we ALL were.
And indeed, I do have a life. I am sitting in my gorgeous apartment that I pay for without the help of mommy and daddy. And I have to go to work in the morning...at my real job. That pays a real salary. In which I do real work instead of "pretending to shred paper." And I've got my real college degree hanging on the wall at said real job. Pathetic existence, isn't it?