I don't know who it belongs to (well, I have an idea of who it is). What I
can tell you is this: I don't think I am making their Christmas card list this year. I could be wrong, but considering this mystery number sent me a text saying only:
I hate u, I have to assume they're not big fans. Now that I think about it, they didn't use punctuation. That makes ALL the difference, especially with mystery phone numbers. It could be the difference between sleeping with all the lights on in the house with a carving knife on my nightstand *cough* (not that I did that) or feeling bad because a fellow earthling is simply confused. I hate u? (maybe they're on the fence) I hate u! (they get excited about hating people) Or perhaps, I hate u?! (unsure of how to spell their pronouns) In any case, I think it is pretty rude and gutless for people to use someone else's phone to send mean text messages. I get it. You hate me. Join the club, take a number, get in line...there's more where that came from. There are days I hate myself. Granted, those days don't come along often because I am pretty freakin' awesome, but you know...some days, I'd break up with me. I'd use the toilet and not flush. I'd eat the last of my cupcakes without offering to share with me. But I
wouldn't send myself an anonymous "I hate u" text message. In all honesty, though, I cannot say I'm surprised. People either love me or hate me; I don't have an "in-between" personality where people are on the fence and I am okay with that. What bugs me though, is that I'm a private citizen and now I get anonymous hate texts? Seriously? Here's what I think: I think if you have something to say, stand up and say it like a man to my face, not behind the cloak of Verizon Wireless from an unnamed cell number (yes, I also lost $9.99 trying to figure out who it was). And because I like to practice what I preach, I am going to tell all of YOU what I really think (better sit down, this one is gonna be a doozie): -Your dog isn't that cute. -Your kid isn't that smart. -You're not funny. -Your exgirlfriend was hot and you're an idiot for screwing it up. -I hate your haircut. -Your sister is prettier. -If I had balls they'd be bigger than yours. -I'm jealous of your boobs. -Relax. -You need to wear makeup.- Don't you feel better? I know I do. So let me be "Frank" (ha ha): I'm too much of a wuss to call that strange number back in order to find out what asshole hates me. But I DO have faith that at least one of you will call that number. If you do, please leave a comment on this blog telling all of us who it belongs to...because that's when the REAL fun will begin. (insert creepy clown smiley face here)
