Whatever you want to call them, we’ve all rolled our eyes
at their tweet, status or – god forbid they’re ya mate or relative- their text. Those people who no matter what they’re doing or who they’re with, life is AMAZING. (p.s if you haven’t rolled ya eyes at someone, you’re that annoying turd who everyone goes “oh ere we go”, and forwards the offensive statement to a bezzy who’s also a bitchy hater).
So, here I am, not perfect by any stretch, slagging people off, they’re the reason I deleted Facebook, I just couldn’t bear any more status’s about someone’s “propa gorjus baybee” (who resembles everyone else’s potato) reaching an “amayzin” milestone (like everyone else’s potato), or someone who’s “gorjus fella who’s me world” brought a bag of treats home from the asda, so he’s “the best fing that’s ever append to me”. Such status’s would be acceptable, if you didn’t already know, her baby should have made that milestone MONTHS ago, and her fella was a serial cheat and their entire relationship began the night she fell pregnant, with several episodes of changing her fb status to single.
That leads me to, the question – why do people polish turds? Golden glitter on the poo & all tha!? I won’t lie, I have done it once or twice myself, mainly for the benefit of a boyfriends fat greasy ex who looked like Rick Waller in drag (no offence Rick love) who slagged me off after seeing me in a dark car, where she served us at a drive thru of a certain stinking chicken shop.
But I don’t mean that kind of bragging, I mean people who make the most average activities sound out of this world, or describe their baby as the next Albert Einstein. Let me give you a few examples of a “polisher” and a “fly”
Polisher : awwwwwwwww had the most amazing night with my one & only love him loads
Fly: awwwwwww babe what yas been up to?
Polisher: just had a proper lovely walk down the beach the sunset was proper gorgeous yano
Hang on a minute “babe”, you went to seaforth in ya fellas fiesta.
Or another baby related one
Polisher: can’t believe my special little princess can use the potty!! Proud mummy!
Fly: awwwww babe!!! Made up for ya our Lilly Mae / Lilly Ella / Ella Mae / Ella Rose/ Rosey Lilly has just learnt to stand up! Mad how fast they grow can’t believe it.
A. Why can’t you believe it she’s 4 it’s about time she stopped shittin er pants
B. don’t refer to yaself like that
C. Sort ya kids name out
D. Why can’t you believe it, she’s a kid they actually grow yano?
Now, here’s a few real life examples of people who I call my friends. One poor flower was in an intense 6 week relationship with a serial cheat, every next status was about how happy she was and how lucky she had been to find someone sooooo special and perfect. I swear down these status were posted simultaneously whilst crying down the phone to me after being stood up AGAIN. I was speaking to another friend one time when she said “just enjoying breakfast then off for a nice day shopping” turned out she was in Yates bootle on her way the Asda on a Thursday morning….is it just me or does that sound more like a reply you get off someone sat on a table somewhere sunny and fun? A real favourite of mine is people who constantly refer to their ”perfect” life/partner/baby prodigy, yet every second status is about how overcome with depression they are and how much they “hateeeeee a certain someone” because they’ve “finally seen someones true colours!!!!” I know someones who once caught their fella of 1 year texting another girl, been devastated & rang me upset, yet the next day for the benefit of facebook, she posted a picture of the brand new phone & clothes he had bought her because “he’s my perfect soulmate, my babe, my world”. She skipped the minging lying grovelling pig part out of THAT status. Another mate, in a very serious but bang average long term relationship, was once seen referring to a night with her boyfriend as “random and amazing” first of all her night couldn’t have been any less random, she’s got a clingy toddler and needs to schedule a babysitter weeks in advance, not to mention her OCD for planning & the amazing she referred to was tea somewhere in L1 courtesy of a vouchercloud discount.
Now that leads me smoothly on to the phenomenon that is “date nights” & referral to said nights via status, tweet or text. E.g “can’t wait for a fab little date night with my one