Kinda story time: Facebook vs reality

   Ok children (speaking to kids), today I will tell you a kinda story. It's called a kinda story because it's not much of a story as an observation.
A few days ago I got some of my friend's Facebook photos and GIMP'd (a free Photoshop-ish thing) some really gimp photo together (Unfortunately, the monkeys at the server screwed up and you can't see it anymore. lol jks I'm just protecting privacy). I'd like to say that it was commented on by tonnes of people but it wasn't. A few of my friends said a few things and stuff and the guy who's photos I took was making a minor big deal about it (like, a big deal that isn't really that big of a deal). That's still an exaggeration.
   Anyway, the next day no one said anything about it even though it definitely seemed like the guy wanted some clarification on the photo-montage I made. So I had to bring it up and it was an ok conversation. But that's not the point. The point is that it seems that Facebook and reality are in two different worlds, even though one clearly exists in the other. It's like Fight Club or something. If you argue on Facebook/have a really awesome discussion, you won't talk about it when you meet the next day.
   I legit spent 10 minutes of my day (not in one period) asking people if they saw the picture and what they thought of it. I also asked for feedback on what to improve. But, they all kinda acted like it was a weird question to ask (don't worry, I'm kinda known as a weird guy), like I was asking about their sister they had never told me about. Like "wtf, u tolkin about Facey (Facebook) irl ayyy?" but not actually like that because my friends aren't douchebags.
   But I digress: Everyone acts like Facebook is a whole different world and what is brought up in that world stays there. This photo thing isn't the only instance of this happening, otherwise it'd be called "Me complaining that no one appreciated my fine art".

Ow..

Hello children (in the least creepy way possible),

Today I'm going to tell you a story of how one guy manages to accidentally hurt me, twice.
Basically I was lying down on a beanbag (as you do) when the guy (let's call him "David") joins the conversation (yeah, I was having a conversation). Somehow 1+1 then = 2 then 2+2 = 4. "David" threw a hat directly into my open left eye. The hat ricocheted a full 3 feet off my eye as I screamed profanities and moaned in agony, rolling on the floor oddly. I couldn't see for five minutes. For the next resulting days, I had a blind spot in my left eye when looking in the dark. I think it's getting better.

Part 2: I was propped against a brick wall (in the same place as last time) when somehow the conversation turns into a random semi-brawl/pillow fight (don't be fooled, the pillows are made of kevlar or something ridiculous like that. And filled with really heavy sponge. Yeah, like gravel. ). "David" decides it's a genius of a plan to frisbee throw a pillow (they're pretty big and heavy) right into my face. What's great is it didn't hit my eye. What isn't great is that it caused my head to smack like a bitch into the brick wall behind me. Now, my head hurts and I've got a lump on the back of my head about the size of a friggin' uhh.....smaller than a ping-pong ball. A lot smaller.

Anyway, it turns out "David" has a pretty good throwing arm cos' the velocity of the pillow and hat was like a damn javelin being thrown by a Olympic champion.
That's the end of story time for today.