Who is This?

What the hell is up with texting someone you’ve clearly established a rapport with on their cellular phone only to find the dreaded “Who is this?” in a reply?

First off, WHO IN THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, ASSHOLE?!? Save my name to your phone dumbass!

For the umpteenth time how many times do I have to remind you? Are you that busy being a facebook whore making as many fake “friends” and posting unimportant crap to your wall that you can’t find the time to understand the point in saving a contact name of someone who wants to talk to you privately outside of a FAKEbook inbox?

It’s bad enough I’m texting, but sheesh thankfully I didn’t call. To have to leave a short message to someone who doesn’t even remember me has got to be one of the most embarassing things ever.  The only excuse for a “Who is This?” is a new number.

You know, when you get a new phone number of course you are going to be bombarded with texts and late night phone calls by those friends of the previous owner of the mobile number. It happens. One day it will all go away. If you have unlimited texting you could just send them a friendly reply that you are not who they think you are. If you don’t answer the phone they just might get the hint that either the phone number is changed or their “friend” is avoiding them.

No one wants the latter to be true. However, I can catch a hint when I get unreturned text message from someone who I know for sure has the same phone number as they did last year. The only problem is I don’t know why.  I’m afraid to ask why sometimes, but I do it anyway.   Do they have a short-term memory or what? All the more reason to save a contact name to their phone. And even when they finally do save a contact name in their phone and “forget” to respond it’s always some lame ass excuse like “sorry I totally forgot to reply, when I got your text I was at a WWE RAW match lol” about 2 weeks AFTER the fact! *sigh* I mean seriously? Seriously? James Russell Coulson and Adam Crabbe I fucking hate you. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU. I HATE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Life fucking sucks when you have fake ass friends. I don’t know why I even try anymore.