An artist, in every sense.: "SHUT UP" girl.

When I was in my last year of high school I somehow gathered a following of overenthusiastic teenage girls who were for some reason in love with me (not in the romantic sense). As girls tend to frighten and annoy me I can assure you that the feeling was not reciprocated. These were the girls who lived in expensive houses, had loving parents, but slacked off in school and alternated between complaining about how awful their lives were and acting like annoying overly-excited/happy 5-year-olds. And not in a humorous way.

And they would hang around me when I worked (I started my art career in high school and would do commissions in my free time/on breaks because I worked 2 jobs outside of high school) and practiced music. I would do or say something that they found hilarious and they would split their sides laughing and tell me I'm awesome.

Okay. Sounds not bad. But it would be something like:

"Man I need a coffee" to a friend of mine and they would just fricking explode out of nowhere! It gave me a bit of a nervous twitch for a while.

They were the kind of girls that you could hear clearly from across the room because they only had two vocal presets: crying and screaming at the top of their lungs.

They added me on Facebook and followed all of my posts and liked my art website and page and blog and followed my band around like tame sorts of groupies. They wanted to be our roadies. Or some BS that we didn't need because we were an out-of-high-school-rock-band playing for at best 200 people and at worst 5. As soon as HS ended, I blocked most of them from my FB page and blocked their updates and wanted nothing to do with them.

However, one girl in particular just somehow weeded her way into my Facebooking experience. I now know her as "shut up" girl because every single thing I see her post makes me want to tell her to shut up and grow up. Because by this time she's got to be at least 22 years old and she still talks like she did when we were in high school. Which was already immature for her age. But I never say anything because I did a couple of times and she would cry to me about how mean I was and how I used to be her role model.

It was really stupid things that I called her on, too, like her publicly bitching out her father on Facebook for never being around or being in her life.

Her father is a FREAKING SOLDIER. He's never around because he spends most of his time deployed.

So after the 8-millionth time I finally deleted her. It takes a lot to get me to delete you from Facebook, mostly because I really couldn't care less who's around, so you have to blatantly annoy me to the point of me blocking you from appearing in anything, and then somehow worm your way back onto my page and continue the annoyance. It takes skill!

Anyways. So she requested a billion times (probably once a month) to be my friend on Facebook again and I kept declining. Finally it stopped until a couple of years later when she asked again. I thought, "hey, she HAS to have grown up a BIT since I last saw her... right?!"

Nope.

It's the same whiny crap, and she still lives with her parents. Except NOW she has a "photography business" that has been around for a couple of years and has never had a paid photoshoot because her pictures are AWFUL. But she's always talking about how she's going to make her living off of it and as soon as she does she's going to move out of her parents' house because they're mean to her and they suck.

She's going far, man.

Anyways. Here's some stuff from shut up girl. I will post more as time goes on and more happen.

Seriously. Every single post. This is the only person for whom I feel NO pity when they are sad. And I have like Christian guilt over it too because I'm supposed to love everyone but I can't like someone who refuses to do anything with themselves.