social networking sites are my vice.

they are also my not so guilty pleasure and the highlight of my mundane workdays…

but mostly, they are the most amusing and simultaneously annoying things to ever exist.

and i love the shit out of each and every one of them!

which is why i am always connected…

whether it is via app alerts, emails or text messages, i am always available to comment, direct message, like, post or reply.

and although this can become more of a pain than a pleasantry, i have yet to change any of the settings to disable the majority of these notifications…

because i kind of enjoy the constant updates…

on my own terms, of course.

but two nights ago, i think i finally reached my limit!

it was about 10PM and i was getting ready to slowly disconnect myself from all of the internet activity i like to engage in prior to my bedtime…

this basically means checking Facebook, Instagram and Twitter one last time before placing my iPhone on Do Not Disturb.

right as i was about to detach my brain from the “online world”, i received an email from Twitter…

this is nothing new for me because they usually send some sort of ‘we want to stay relevant’ announcement almost daily.

however, i received this email pretty late, which i found to be rather odd…

and when i read the subject line, my face perfectly resembled the unamused emoji that i tend to replicate quite often IRL.

it read, “Do you know ____ _____ on Twitter?”

the name i so thoughtfully blanked out was in fact, an ex-boyfriend.

at first i sort of chuckled and thought, “well Twitter, i thought i knew him too, buuuut…”

and then i became pretty agitated.

i mean it is no secret that, more often than not, our friendships/relationships play an integral role in our constant offering of information to these public forums…

so why can’t the sites that we frequent almost robotically take the time to do their due diligence before spamming out these macabre suggestions?

luckily for me, that email was more comical than it was crippling…

but for those unfortunate souls who have yet to move on or are still plagued by the wretched people from their past, this sort of reminder could be debilitating if not momentarily defeating.

so get your fucking shit together, social media…

your lack of stalking skills is deplorably ironic!