Fawkbook

Facebook has become an awkward jungle. I remember back in the day when nobody knew what the hell facebook was and everybody had around 300 friends. There were no creepy messages being sent or random pokes being jabbed. Most people talk about how those times were "the good times". Since then, facebook has evolved into the ultimate creeper's delight. Creepyfawk messages, friend requests, and pokes run rampant. Most people are ashamed of what facebook has now turned into. I, on the other hand, looked into my mirror this morning and asked a serious question.



Me: "Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the creepiest of them all?"
Mirror: "You are, my dear."
Me: "Nice!"

So being the ultimate creeper on the face(book) of the planet, I rejoice when others often detest. Facebook, or simply put fawkbook, is the place to find ample amounts of awkward conversations and pictures. Knowing this, I had 2 choices for this post. I could

1) Creep around the world and back to bring to you the finest of the fawk...I mean crop.
2) Create guidelines to the art of creepy fawk.

Obviously, I chose the latter. Perhaps I'll blog about other people's fawkward facebooks later when I have more time. For now you'll have to settle with my personal award winning 3 step guideline titled "how to become the creepiest person on fawkbook":

#1- I will be creepier than a creeper.
Being a female on facebook means getting messages from random guys all the time. Being an indian female means getting a plethora of fobby mass messages. There has been one culprit who has been incessantly messaging nearly every indian girl with the SAME message for as long as I can honestly remember. I decided to respond to him. I would tell you I'd keep you posted on what he says... But I highly doubt he'll respond. There is an unwritten rule of which creepers don't like other creepers.


Silly creeper thort he would freak me out. Little did he know.

#2- I will talk to you even though I have never spoken more than 2 sentences to you in real life.
Those 2 sentences were "hi nice to meet you" and "can you pass that cup please?" We all accept a friend request now and then from a person we met through a friend of a friend. You think you could possibly see them again one day so you accept. However, the accepted friend seems to think this is equivalent to the start of a relationship. In most cases, I am the one doing the befriending and subsequent boyfriending.

#3- You're going to be in my profile picture even though I can't remember your last name. This is also probably why you aren't tagged.
Do I admit to doing this? Of course! I want people to think I have a ton of really, really good friends. That way, when I creep around, my innocent prey will think "well..she has friends.. she can't be thaaaaat creepy."

Who is that guy? We'll never know.