Mind blowingly annoying facebook mom

I met this woman several years ago. Right from the start, it was an association that was pretty worthless. I think the friendship started because of circumstances, because we both lived in the same area, and spent time at some of the same places. I tried really hard to care about her, be a good friend, etc., and that was ok ish for a while. However, during the time I lived nearby, I would be secretly annoyed and perplexed by certain things she did. First, she claims she is really "into writing/poetry." This consists of her writing absolutely awful poetry about God, and pretty much nothing else. She actually identifies to a pretty great degree as a writer, and even published a book of poetry a few years back. Awful, cringy, weird poetry. The same stuff she shares on her facebook. Or, at least that she used to share, before she had a child, and replaced all of her awful poetry with annoying posts about her kid. When her poetry book was in the works, all i could think to myself was: "does she seriously think she can write??" I did not have the heart to tell her how awful her poetry was. I really did not have to. If it was any good, she would find out very quickly by the responses to her book and overall writing ability in general. An example of her poetry would sound like this: My God, you are the ocean that shines in my life. All my life. It covers me. It crashes all around me. Your great hands lift me up, the depth of your love is my ocean. I love you, God." That's pretty much a paraphrase of a few of her poems that I've shuddered through, but they all sound like she basically took some lyrics from the songs on the contemporary trash christian "music," the psalms, or both, and mashed the sentences together, calling it a poem. There is rarely any comprehensive structure to her poetry, or it will have structure in one section, and then the next will be entirely different. No one has told her up front not to waste her time or money on more writing or copies of her book, which proves her family really has no desire to actually be honest with her. There is more to say about her awful poetry, but I'll move on to the next annoying evolution of her life. Her kid. Her child is just over one year old, and she posts about him ALLLL the time. Its not just the numerous posts that are irritating, but the content, and the way she blathers on about her kid. For a while, she was gushing over how absolutely adorable this kid is, and trying to get people to vote for him, because she was entering him in a cutest baby contest. The first reaction I had to that was amusement. I have never told her this, nor will I, but her baby is NOT cute. There are babies who are very cute. It doesnt matter whether your child is "cute" or not. It's a baby. Beautiful baby contests of any sort are so ridiculous. Her baby looks like her husband, which means he has really small eyes and features in general, and a huge head. His face is one of those faces that looks like the features were smashed in too much, and in general, he is just not a classically cute baby. He looks like a monkey with thick eyebrows. So she posts about this kid all the time. Everything from "guess what x's morning activity was?? Playing with his spit bubbles!!" (No joke. This is actually a real post), to "I just love him sooo much. I just think of how God loves us when I think of him" type posts. I don't think there is anything wrong with drawing greater lessons or making connections based on what you experience with your kids, but the way she does it is so overbearing and almost feels like she is trying to convince everyone that her kid is just the best thing EVAR. it gets really old, and it is so vapid. She sounds like a 9 year old posting about how much they miss mommy, or about thier new dolly, etc., except she is around 30 years old. I think it's just the infantile manner in which she shares this stuff, and how totally un-profound and shallow so much of what she says really is. I tried talking to her about making space in our friendship a while ago, because I came to the decision that i really could not tolerate being around someone and calling them a friend if I didn't really relate to them or understand them, but she did not understand what I was trying to communicate, apparently. I think if I told her the truth, she would just burst into tears, and I would have just rained on the only things that actually exist to her in life. I do not think she could handle knowing the truth.

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anonymous Friends September 23, 2019 at 12:22 am 1 0