Is this some kind of joke?

A pox on facebook and all those retarded applications, games and groups that have been spawned by people in the mistaken belief they are doing something other than spamming. Today I got an invite to join a group: "I'll be voting from overseas in NZ's General Election". So, the person was either trying to up their stats, mana, kudos, whatever by inviting many many people to join. Or maybe it was some pointed reminder that I would be stuck here while presumably they are adventuring with their gaggle of admirers. Well I hate you too then.

Affirmation is good

you post the most redundant little thing, and there is a triumphant message "your post was successful!" Well, thanks very much.
I fought my way through the flames and rescued the cooking - perfectly done, I was possibly communing with the yam hive mind.
When it's sunny I usually feel like I must achieve lots of things; nice day, light, could go places. Instead I was working & in a totally vitriolic mood, a distressingly common combo lately. Resurfacing on facebook does not improve my frame of mind...damn photogenic people & their fantabulous lives. All going places, been lots of places, even down to the ethnicity guide; bloody exotic flowers listing every skerrick of international blood that they might have, unto the 72nd generation. Its terribly embarrassing to say I'm a boring old New Zealander. I can't even get into that bullshit "I have Irish ancestry, and English, and Scottish - who'd of thought, they all argued so much" schtick... there is something hideous about turning oneself into a veritable U.N. or at least commonwealth; where presumably ones ancesters passed the peace pipe and staged a love-in. How having multicultural relations garners one such credibility I don't know; yay you, you done good. I feel the mellow sun of Greece just looking at the pallor of your 64th Athenian skin. Oh! Your great great uncle Monty once went on a hunting trip and he was carried by natives? No wonder you have such natural rhythm. I expect you are an excellent shot too.
Of course, there is the revulsion of the hundreds of friends people seem to have on facebook. I almost begin to feel unpopular, couldn't possibly be any problem with my personality...I'm just exclusive. I'm also a reductionist, and I diminish where other people talk things up. I'm not good at mutual admiration societies either.
Looking into the crystal ball, I see an amazing future of crap for myself, with these marketable skills.
I book guarded a book on karma today, I wonder what I did in a past life?
Much as I would like to say I was Aleister Crowley my personality and the 1000 or so other claimants make that one unlikely. How about Keith Richards? He might as well be already dead.