I hate everything

Just a reminder

I just logged onto Facebook for literally one minute, saw I had SEVENTEEN PERSONAL MESSAGES ON MESSENGER and deactivated again.

I keep saying this, and I’ll say it again. PLEASE don’t message me there. A crazy person left me some messages there in October and November, and they really bothered me.

Please don’t give me advice re that. I already blocked her. She came back with another account. I deleted Messenger. It still tells me I have messages, I just can’t SEE them, which is just as scary, thinking one is hovering there to re-traumatize me.

The best I can do is deactivate my account until seeing I have messages on Facebook doesn’t make me shake and sweat and get nauseated.

So, I’ve said it on Facebook of June. I’ve said it here. I’ve also said it in general posts on Facebook. But ONCE AGAIN, please don’t message me there. Email me here. Leave a comment. Text me if you know me in real life.

(And that goes for messaging me on Instagram too. Unlike everyone else, I use my real name there, which, why doesn’t everyone? Cause if your handle on Instagram is Boop-a-Loop, and I come across your photo of your dinner, how the FUCK am I supposed to know whose dinner this is? “Oh, look what Boop-a-Loop made! Gosh darn her! Whoever the FUCK she is.”)

(Anyway, since I use my name, my fear is, since she was crafty enough to create all new profiles on Facebook in order to contact me, wouldn’t she also consider searching for me on Instagram? So I get my PTSD when I have an Instagram message, too.)

THANKS!

Shakily,

Jooon, aka Boop-a-Loop

82 thoughts on “Just a reminder”

  1. I’m so glad you mentioned here that you mean also to not message you on Instagram. I haven’t done it to you but I’m forever sending DMs to my daughter when I see a cute photo of someone we don’t both follow and I’m sure I would have eventually sent one to you of THE CUTEST KITTY IN THE WORLD! if you hadn’t been specific! I really wish all the apps with messages would just make you opt in instead of trying to navigate around them when you don’t want them!

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  2. I wonder if this will work? Maybe start a new Facebook page named Hook of Hune?!
    (I totally am in love with my fat self right now!)

    If you ever decide to read that bitches messages, I really hope you go through and catch all of the spelling & grammatical errors and mark that shit up with a red pen and then send it back to the cunt not even addressing her insipid lunacy and keep on doing the same. (obviously ignoring is the better course of action but it doesn’t hurt to dream of driving the stalker batty!)

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  3. I HATE FB messenger! SO may “party” invites!!! Leave me out of your Lularoe and jewelry and lipstick groups!!! But stalkers are a whole other category. Shut that down.

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  4. Man. I am just so sorry about all this. That chick is creepy as fuck in her determination to communicate with you. No advice, just curious if you reported her to Facebook for harassment? I miss you on FB and I look forward to your return.

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  5. I feel like my messages comprised like 16 of the 17, and then I just texted you a lot. YAY I’M FUN AND YOU CAN’T QUIT ME!

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    1. Sincerest apologies, truly, but am I the only person who doesn’t know who Miss Dixie is?? Ducking now…

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  6. June, I read you practically every day, and still hadn’t seen the story about Coot Hare. (This is to show that even your biggest fans will miss some important stories or announcements…)

    I did know about your Facebook rule, though (which to me is a moot point, as I never messaged anyone on Facebook– all my friends have email and text and I don’t want to make them login into Facebook to communicate with me).

    I appreciate your writing style and will take as many or as few posts you want to write, without ever complaining because you’re a gift to people who like funny writers, so thank you and hang in there. I don’t think you’re missing anything by staying away from Facebook. I only visit it once in a blue moon to get updates from a few family members who seem to only know Facebook posts as their means to communicate with the world. In your situation would avoid it like the plague as well.

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  7. What I can’t understand is how anyone can go for a day or so without reading this not-blog. I get June withdrawals just on weekends when you don’t post. Sorry you’re being haunted by facebook again. Also too, I’m going to miss the pictures of Jodie Foster when she goes back to the shelter.

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  8. I remembered from where “Very nice, Coot” came, but didn’t remember the class ring story until you re-told it up there. However, if I remember anything on here it’s that you have asked us a bajllion times not to message you on Facebook. It seems like your relatives need a severe tongue lashing
    re: facebook messaging don’t and don’ts.

    Sometimes I feel like an outsider here, but it’s mostly because my comments do not get replied to as often some others (Ahem: Amish, LNTL, Just Paula) but that is because their comments are usually much more funny than mine are. So really I’m not an outsider, just not as funny to the world as I am to myself. Otherwise I feel like everyone is welcoming here. We all need to respect The Joob and the wonderful community she has built here at the Book. (I swear I will cut a bitch if you do something to cause June to stop writing here.)

    PPS: why has no one mentioned Countess Luanne getting arrested in Palm Beach???? Bitch be cray!

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    1. DeDe, noooooooo, I am not worthy to be in the same group as LNTL or Paula. Take that back! I do agree that Paula and LNTL’s comments are of a level that routinely hits ten on the PeeMyPantsO’Meter. But there are so many commenters here where the comments and stories from more quiet commenters or lurkers just.make.me.howl!! The way I figure it is, every day is a new day here and you never know the surprise story or comment that just totally will makes your day. And often times they aren’t even funny comments, just…comments.

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    2. Hey yo DeDe!!! I had a comment all typed up but it went into NeverNeverInternetLand space. << That's a space, just ask Stephen Hawking. Anyhoo, I think what I had wrote is I am in no way in company of the illustrious LNTL and Just Paula. They make me pee my pants most days but then so do so many of the more quiet commenters and lurkers. Every day is a new day here, you never know who is going to comment something that stabs at your funny bone or heart or mind.

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      1. YES! In Boca or wherever she got married. She could possibly have something like 4 FELONIES because she punched an officer and said she would kill them all or some shit like that. she’s a hot mess these days.

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  9. The messages on Facebook used to stress me out also (for other reasons, though), so I just stopped looking at them. I think I have over a hundred unread messages at this point and I just don’t pay them any attention anymore and don’t ever open the message thingy. People probably think I’m a dick, but it’s much easier on my mental well being (well-being?) to not look at them.

    I’m hoping FB will one day add an option to disable messages, but not holding my breath.

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  10. I laughed at your funny Christmas Eve and Christmas Day stories and pictures. Go Austin, Chris and Lilly for being such good friends.

    And now I find out that Paula has surprising anatomy! Way to keep it a secret until now.

    There is no in-crowd, only longtime readers and commenters who recognize each other’s name in the comments. Join in the comments so we can recognize you, too. Yes, I do realize there tends to be some bullying at time in the comments over perceived derogatory comments to June and I try not to jump on that particular bandwagon because sometime comments are misconstrued.

    That being said, June I’m sorry that you are still getting messages that are causing you stress.

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  11. OMG, is that a COMMA? WTF with my periods today? Earlier I had an extra period, now I’m missing a period. THIS DOES NOT BODE WELL.

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  12. Wait. You are tripping on Paula’s dick because it is inside you? This is so not the type of blog not blog I thought I was reading sporadically.

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  13. If you have as many self absorbed friends as I do, you will keep getting messages. I have “friends” who are literally only on Facebook to post pictures of themselves and send me their selfies. So no matter how many times I asked people not to do it, they’d never see the post because they only look at their own stats.

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    1. I’ve run into that before—people who don’t know anything about what I’m up to because they only check their own page. I know of what you speak.

      And also, regarding me being on Facebook, isn’t this enough? Isn’t me writing 1000 words a day about what’s going on with my life enough? Why do I have to give more than that? I also have to kibitz with you on a different social media channel? Why?

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      1. Because I am not funny like my beloved internet-friends, I will address your question. I don’t think you “owe” us anything on any platform. I do miss you on FB but it’s the stories that you would never post here in public, or the immediateness (is that a word? Probably not) of the everyday minutiae we all deal with. If I didn’t enjoy reading you I wouldn’t miss you, but I don’t think that means that I think that what you give us is not enough. It’s more than enough.

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  14. Although I have only read your blog for a few months and don’t comment often, I’m going to speak out on this. People stalking you on Messenger, social media, etc… is wrong on so many levels. I don’t know why some folks feel the need to hide behind the internet bullying, taunting and trying to make your life miserable. I have been a victim of it, and probably continue to be bashed. I’m sorry you’re having to deal with all this crap.I don’t blame you for locking the FB and the Messenger down; it’s your life and you have to do what is right for you. You’re a strong woman but we all have our limits.

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  15. There are no insiders. Except for me. I am totally inside. Of what, I’m not sure. But I am confident that if there IS and inside I am INSIDE of IT.

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  16. Dear Boop-a-Loop,
    Wait, this isn’t a post with cooking tips? No styled photos of Spaghettio cans with can opener next to it. I am sad.

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  17. For the tree/comments/sporadic readings/whatever. Messenging IS over the top given your multiple comments and posts, but some things are INSIDE jokes that are not necessarily for the general reader. Mocking them for missing a single detail if they aren’t being a dick about it is a jerk move. Delete me, my comment, whatever. I still hope someone reads this and remembers that not everyone’s story is the same. Mistakes just happen. This is coming from somone with family/ relationshipAnd severe anxiety issues too. I try not to be butt hurt, but people who are the “insiders ” have been known to bully people who might make a mistake.

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      1. Also, why do people think there are “insiders”? Paula, for example, has been around forever, but we’ve never spoken in real life. I wouldn’t know her if I tripped over her dick. So she’s not any more of an insider than you are. I don’t know why people think some people are more “inside” than anyone else.

        I’m really curious about people feeling this way. As someone who is SO OUTSIDE at work, I’d hate for anyone to feel like there’s an in crowd here. There isn’t. Especially Paula, whose trippy, speed bump dick is really inadequate.

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        1. I have been reading for many years, and quickly saw that there are insiders, or groupies, if you will. They create their own group, you didn’t do it. They definitely come across as know it all and special due to their tenure, ability to get you to reply, or whatever. Not all of them are super long time readers and not all long time readers are them. They like to think they are a supportive group, but like most women are catty, judgemental, and at times insufferable. Honestly, they are the reason I don’t read comments or comment myself so often anymore. And they will deny til the cows come home, but it is what it is. Some of your readers hurt more than help you. You used to say the comments were the best part of the blog. Yeah, not so much for quite some time now. You are a pleasure to read, however most of your readers would be better off staying just that. Except for days you have everyone to tell a secret, bad habit, book name, etc. Those are fun days.

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          1. I really didn’t notice if I reply more to Paula or Amish or whomever. I mean, I don’t think I reply very often at all, mostly because I’m at work during comment time. And if I do reply to them more often, it certainly isn’t intentional.

            Maybe it’s just because I “know” them and I know I can be bitchy and they will know it’s a joke, so it’s easier to reply.

            However, I totally agree with you. Those women are horrible. (Pfft.) Really, though, I hope nobody feels left out or ganged up on.

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    1. Hi Lynn, I think some people would think I am an insider but I am not, I don’t think anyone is. I am just loud here. Loud and proud and waving m’joobflag. It’s pink and sparkly and the glitter gets stuck in my eyeballs when I wave it but the flag did not come in the optional color of my soul, black. I don’t think anyone has ever met Joob. There’s so many references and jokes I still don’t get here. I wasn’t a reader during Tiny Town so I know nothing of her time there or jokes about stuff, I don’t understand any class ring reference and I still have no idea what coot means although I do use it here. And that’s just to
      name a few, there are still so many other references I remain clueless on. My feelings have gotten butt hurt here as well as over at the FB page a thousand times over, let me tell ya, most recently in the last month.

      I assume the faithful reader who messaged Job (okay after proofing before hitting post, I’m so not changing that mistake dude, I’m feeling rather salty today and just amused myself) was not aware that readers are not to do that, that they are to use the email. Miss a day here and you miss a lot. Miss a week and it’s like a year.

      I think in the past when a comment was written that seemed like a personal attack on Joob, some got our ire up but then we got corrected by the commenter or by June, so we went oh okay, that was tongue-in-cheek or whatever, cool. (Frankly I’m proud of myself for just using ire in the appropriate way after google fucking it just now, ha!)

      So anyway, of course we ALL makes mistakes here but we keep coming back and that is the important part.

      Paula has a dick??? Dang, miss a day and miss a lot.

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      1. Seriously, I must have referenced my 10th grade diary reference a frillion times around here, Amish. But I will tell it again.

        Back in November 2008, I had a three-day span where I selected excerpts from my lifetime of writing diaries, and one of the excerpts was my 10th-grade dairy. I listed all of my assets, and one of my assets that I felt I had is that I had “a nice class ring.”

        And for the 47th time, a few months ago I think we were all talking about times we laughed inappropriately or something, and Joy told us all a story about a woman who was singing at a funeral and unfortunately her name was Coot Hare.

        Joy and her sister could not look at each other during Coot’s performance, but when the minister said, “Very nice, Coot,” that is when they lost their shit.

        Now you are all caught up. Please reply that you read this, so I don’t have to go around feeling incomplete all evening.

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        1. You complete me, Joob. Oh wait, I now complete you. Wait, I don’t have a dick like Paula so are you still incomplete? Do I have to go get a dick now, cause that would be annoying and Spencers in the mall is probably closing soon and I would be embarrassed buying a dick with the 15 year olds working the register. Besides, it’s so dark in there, I would need to bring my reading glasses and THAT would totally age me to those judgey piss ants.

          Okay, FINALLY I understand the reference on the class ring and Coot, FINALLY! I just never asked before cause I didn’t want to appear, you know, sporadic.

          You’re so pretty! Have I said that lately, Coot?

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        2. I read this. You are complete.

          Now, see, most people would think that was a stuck-up comment, but it was completely tongue-in-cheek as June knows.

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        3. See? I didn’t remember this either and I, too, am a faithful reader. Thank you for repeating. Good story.

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  18. Speaking of Facebook Messenger, who else gets messages via FB Messenger inviting you to to start using FB Messenger and all you have to do is click on this here link. I get those a lot. And no, I don’t click on the link.

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    1. All. The. Time. I also get messages telling me I should invite my FRIENDS to use Messenger. Yeah. That’s not necessary.

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      1. Don’t forget the people who FB Messenger you to shill their MLM wares. “I have 6 spots available on my team and I’d love for you to be part of my journey!”

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        1. Yup – just got one moments ago inviting me to a jewelry party. Me and her 786 other Facebook friends. Hope she’ll have enough appetizers!

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  19. Facebook messenger is stupid. I am sorry people are still sending messages. I didn’t think too much about my Instagram name and made it initials plus last name. I enjoy Instagram more because I was more selective with friends there.

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  20. Facebook messenger makes me nuts. People send me those dopey “put a heart in your status and send this to 789594857 people to help cure anus cancer”. Really? That’s how that works? No.

    And I totally get the trauma. My own kids have forbid me from calling them without first texting to say “I am calling you and everything is fine”. One too many “SOMEONE MAY BE DYING” phone calls from me I guess. And when my dad was dying in the hospital (we knew he was dying – just a matter of when) I BEGGED my brother not to call me if it happened in the middle of the night. Dead is dead. It can wait until morning. He called me at 3AM. I have never recovered. Middle of the night phone calls leave me shaking, sweating, and barfing.

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  21. I can’t. I just can’t. I assume people who *read* you actually know how to, you know, READ.

    Although, I’ll admit that I got all scared that somehow in a sleep texting event I sent you a message. And if that is the case, I will gladly accept all roundhouse kicks and punches any of you want to dole out.

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  22. Honestly, I would block the people who continue to message you. You’ve made your wishes very clear, and now they’re just being dicks.

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  23. Were you able to see who sent the messages or did you just Nope the Fuck out of there?

    I would think it’s time to call out those people who keep doing it. Publicly shame them.

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      1. Ah, relatives make it harder to shame them. And we can’t shame Miss Doxie., because we love her. But I still say you should out the reader!

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        1. Yeah, I just assume Miss Doxie doesn’t read me, which doesn’t bother me. The reader said she just caught up with my posts, and I was all, Apparently, you didn’t read far back enough, and you know, that’s gonna happen. Not everyone’s gonna know my every nuance. So. That’s why I wrote a reminder.

          Aunt Kathy, however, reads me EVERY DAY AND HEY, AUNT K! WITH THE FACEBOOK MESSAGES ALREADY!

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          1. You almost need to start every day’s post with a disclaimer. And end every post with the disclaimer in case people missed it at the top of the post.

            Probably still wouldn’t work, though.

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            1. It’s just proof of how sporadically people read. It’s like the “It looks like there’s a face in your tree!” phenomenon. I’ve said it 700 times, but there are still people who will say, “Why does it look like there’s a face in your tree?”

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            2. Wait, here’s the funny thing – I totally DO read you, but it’s usually like once a week when I binge all your entries, and I’m still convinced I somehow miss everything. I’m even on your Facebook fan page! All I see there are wonderful dogs! Do you have, like, a secret Twitter or meaningful Pinterest I don’t know about? Are you on Tumblr or some shit?

              Ugh, please just text me your life story from now on.

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              1. Oh, and – so, shit, but I literally just realized that when you were talking about Facebook messenger? I completely thought you were referring to those stupid instant Facebook messages. Not the messenger emaily thing. No idea how I got those things confused, but great, here we are!

                Suddenly I understand a whole bunch of stuff! SORRY GIRL I’LL SEND A FRUIT BASKET, LOVE YOU

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                1. I…maybe? Some guy named Roy hacked my Instagram years ago and I really just avoid it now because I’m suuuuper internet old.

                  Old like your Aunt Merle. You should call her.

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