comes naturally...

Sometimes I worry that folks really don't appreciate how much skill it takes to be a proficient procrastinator.  Mmm-hmm, say it with me- proficient procrastinator. You know, as in having the ability to look extremely busy while accomplishing absolutely nothing of consequence. 

As a self-proclaimed connoisseur of this art,  I am constantly on the look out for new and improved time wasters: reading ridiculous celeb blogs, updating on Twitter, figuring out how to use the Garage Band application and but of course, Facebook. 

Ah Facebook.  Next to taking Drama for a long walk on a sunny day, that right there is my most favoritest of all the time wasters. I mean, seriously? Who needs to write a book proposal or hook up the new printer when I can spend all day catching up with people I haven't thought about since 8th grade? Oh let's not forget the god awful party pictures from the opening of a sardine can that you and the crew attended last month???  The BEST. 

But sometimes, things on FB can get a little tricky. Especially when it comes to the friend request department...  Lord knows that everyone doesn't need access to all the personal messages that are being left on the Wall or worse, the candid shots from last summer's trip to the Vineyard. Can I get an amen?

So lemme ask you this, what would you do if an ex from a nasty break-up tried to reconnect and become friends through FB?

According to the poll you took many eons ago, 21% would 'try to be the bigger person' and accept the request.   6% would accept to save face and then delete immediately afterwards. While a whopping 71% said you would straight ignore and never respond. 

If you know anything about me, you know I'm so rolling with the majority on this one. Ain't no need to be faking like we cool when we aren't. You know what you did, I know what I did, now Keep It Moving Shorty.  I don't want you all up in my business and I damn sure don't care about yours.

And while I understand the political correctness of initially accepting and then deleting, I just don't care enough.  It takes a lot of negative energy to have a messy break-up nowadays.  So if our situation was crazy, LEAVE ME ALONE.  So what if you're fat and married with five kids. God bless home girl's heart, she's a better woman than me.

In fact, I'm willing to bet that the forreal, forreal reason the 21% of you are so willing to accept the request is just so you can be Facebook spying on folks.  Checking for recent pics and to see whether or not he got married before you did.  Man, listen. How Jay-Z put it? Oh yeah, what you eat don't make me shit.  

Word.