Caring, considerate, will always give you the time of day, don’t turn your back on me, friend, amusing, entertaining, all of these oh yeah, intelligent, handsome, friendly, fullof myself, witty, OMG , the list is never ending.
What I don’t like about Upload Society, people who have long lists of friends who are not really friends at all ---- for ”friends” read enemies. So, what happens on this site is you request or receive a request from someone wishing to be your friend ....... and then what happens ? you say ”confirm” But then you don’t hear a sausage from them again........ so what’s the purpose of wanting to be someone’s friend if you never communicate with them? So here we have a sittuation of OMG, I have 6,000 friends and I’m the most popular person on Upload Society. Hogwash ---- you’re merely a number , an entity who believes to have friends is worthwhile , comforting.... but it’s so false.
Do we have a section on here for enemies ? Maybe an invite , like this ” Would you like to be my enemy, ” Oh yeah , sure thing , why not. Before we know it we’re receiving vast amounts of requests to be one’s enemy, yeah I have 6,000 friends and 5,000 enemies.
So, in conclusion this friend thing is pretty much empty. I have an example, first name that comes to mind is ”Ren” nice person I’m sure but several times I tried contacting that person without response except for some stupid doodling that people like to do here.
And then when you ask someone a civil question you get blocked. What price ”friendship”
Well ” DreamCatcher” block me as much as you like you didn’t even know I existed until I contacted you and asked who you were and what your gender was because you had so much garbage on your channel I couldn’t even finfd what you were or when you joined as if I’m really bothered to know it anyway.
O.K. so enough grumbling could people who want to be friends really mean it ?
Charles Sizemore+ , November 4, 2016
Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder Treason.
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, ’twas his intent
To blow up the King and Parli’ment.
Three-score barrels of powder below
To prove old England’s overthrow;
By God’s mercy he was catch’d
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Hulloa boys, Hulloa boys, let the bells ring.
Hulloa boys, hulloa