#SHRUGLIFE - ‘You Can Only Do So Much; Reign Of The #BLOCKHAMMER’
Maybe it’s me, but as I gather new followers, I actually TALK to them…if they talk to me. I’ve already been very clear as to why I won’t follow people back. I’m gonna illustrate to you another way to ensure you have the #BLOCKHAMMER come down on you.
Starting with the first picture…you see I have finally taken the time to tweet this guy back. This is a person that tweeted me ‘Follow me back!’ three days in a row, all being ignored. I finally addressed the pest in what you see in the first picture.
You would think the fact that I ignored him thrice would give him pause to think…
“Hmmm…maybe I should approach him another way, perhaps, engage in a bit of conversation about music, seeing as how it appears he has been in a few bands, hosts a rock show on television station where he lives, writes an article in a great free local read…I AM a rock guitarist in a band that’s looking for a vocalist, maybe he knows someone…hmmmm..”
NAH. That ain’t how it works when people think they belong in your circle just because they may know who you are. Usually the people who think like that don’t have their shit together and actually think YOU have YOURS together, so I can understand. But dig this, every time after he would tweet me, my VERY NEXT TWEET would simply say…
“I don’t follow back.”
The last two times, I actually gave a bit of a tweech about why I don’t follow back…and after that was done, I tweeted the blogs about why I don’t follow back, labelled and everything, very plain to see… (at the end of this post, I will have links to those blogs for you to check out, should you wish) and once I started adding his desperate ass into the mix, I included the meme you see and a link to my blog about why I don’t follow people BACK, MAN…
Then HE TWEETED ME AGAIN asking why not seeing as how he followed me…which let me know….
“Hmmmm….you don’t read your timeline, because your dumb ass is the unaware ‘Metalocalypse’, dime-store Dimebag Darrell lookin mufugga that as inspired the harangues about why I don’t follow people back you dumbass…”
Dime-store Darrell also took this opportunity to say ‘your like an emotional bitch’
I’m the emotional one, but you’ve been tweeting me begging me to follow for three days and when I address you in a way not of your liking, you resort to calling me names…and you still want me to follow you…but I’m the ‘emotional bitch’… Oh..OK.
…and I left the apostrophe thing alone…too easy.
I tried, man. What more can I do other than address the situation as it happens? If you ain’t reading your timeline, is it my fault? And why should I follow you, dude? WTF do we have in common other than Twitter? What have you talked to me about? What have you retweeted from my page? What have you shown me a common ground and understanding about? You OBVIOUSLY don’t understand SHIT because you are talking about you’re “a guitarist looking for a vocalist” for your eternally anonymous band and you’re “networking”…but the second tweet to me once you had my attention addressed me as a ‘bitch’.
That’s how you network, dawg. That’s how you talk to the dude who hosts the show that would be your best shot to have your video played in the city he lives in. Smooth. That’s how you get people to follow you, yo, you gotta call em ‘bitches’, try that out, your numbers are gonna shoot through the roof, yo. Aaaaaaand in terms of looking for a vocalist, hmmm…I wouldn’t know much about that, I didn’t play in one of the illest rock bands that my city ever saw and still have people come up to me talking about music I made in the 90’s and I’m not making music today, nawp, not me…that ain’t me, that’s the OTHER ‘Rusty’…’Rusty Beddenracher’…Yeah, that’s what that is.
Of course, this dumbass will never know that, for he has felt the wrath of the #BLOCKHAMMER and if he were to dare to try to talk to me thru any other profile, he should be aware that I have no doubt in my mind that I am smarter than him and I KNOW I have a bigger team that ain’t got jackshit to do with ‘#followback’…please believe it. Please do.
So, as dumb shit like this continues to happen to me, it lets me know that I’m doing something right, because as you see, many people came to holler at me as I retweeted what was going down. These are links to their pages, good follows, y’all. #Shruglife knows the way
All those people are people that I talk to or see in my mentions and timeline on a regular basis and they’re cool. I’ve known some #inreallife, (like Joia and Paul) and most of them I met on Twitter via being my natural funky self and #Shruglife.
You EARN people’s trust on Twitter and once that trust is extended, you can find yourself having illuminating conversations, laughs, and making legitimate connections and friends moreso than any other social-media site, but it all starts with personality and social grace. If you ain’t got social grace #inreallife, you DAMN SURE ain’t gonna have it in ‘social media’…and I wouldn’t kick it with you in any location; cyberspace, my place, any place. We ain’t finna click.
and…WITH A SHRUG LIKE THAT OF THE MIGHTY THOR, I RAISED MY ARMS HIGH AND DOWN CAME THE #BLOCKHAMMER! I HAD TO SMITE HIM GREATLY INTO THE VAST UNKNOWN…GOODBYE, DIMESTORE DARRELL, NETWORKER, METALOCALYPSIAN WARRIOR for eternally nameless band that no one has heard of cares about or ever will. Continue your downward spiral into the abyss of cyberloneliness and thinking you actually have people who care on your timeline!!
#SHRUGLIFE don’t eem care. And we’re the COOL ones… Wow.
Chuuch. #Shruglife #TBM #LaNon #ATFU Ministry and Industy ADIYM. WBYA. Learn sumn…
…and here’s the links to the blogs I send people when they get on that corny ‘follow back’ shit…