When vanity becomes hilarious:

I just spent a stupid half hour meandering about MySpace and just deleting people I don't even talk to. I don't even LIKE using MySpace, so meh *shrugs* what's the point?

I came across my list of blocked users. One of them is a very stupid boy. Ok, so he's about twenty seven. He's a twenty seven year old boy. Most twenty seven year old males are in fact, still boys. Moving on...

He was nice enough at first, then just all out creepy, stalker creepy. I blocked him years ago, vowed to not befriend just anyone (I was very new to the networking friend sites still) and changed my profile just to be damn sure the little freakster didn't find me again. I had all but forgotten he existed, until I looked at my blocked users and thought, "Who the hell is that?" I had to click on his profile to figure it out.

Shortly after, I was laughing.

Not amused in a polite sort of way, but cattily amused in a "holy crap you are pathetic" sort of way that doesn't happen to me very often. It should, considering the people of the world, but I don't get out much, nor do I watch crappy television, so I tend to limit my contacts with the trashy plebians out there.

He had.... (snickers, coughs)... over one hundred fifty photos in his album titled "Self". That right there was funny. But ok, I'm vain, I can understand....

I clicked on it, still unaware who it was. That was when I recognized his picture from years ago. I scrolled down the page, and slowly realized he had variations of the same shot, over and over, just differing outfits and backgrounds. What the hell? That was when it hit me:

He had taken ALL of those photographs himself.

You know. The one arm stuck out ever so cliche profile snapshot that can be cute, funny, amusing, or taken to the extreme that this wienie did, utterly pathetic.

When you have an entire album of just your little old self, mostly driving in your car, you really need to think about your life. Some he admitted were taken with timers. Most of those had either him with weapons or at goth parties.

Personally, when I see an album like that, I think, "Wow, I thought I was vain, but at least I haven't pushed the boundary into Just Plain Sad. Whew!"

If I were truly catty I would just post a few examples... but I'm not. I am entirely amused. Also, I understand now why he may have given off such a stalker creepy vibe. He has entirely too much time on his hands, and thinks far more of himself than is sanely warranted.

*shudders*

Maybe it's not right to laugh.
*bursts into laughter anyway*
Oh, who am I kidding? If he were a fourteen year old girl, I wouldn't. I may titter a little, but not outright laugh. But he's thirteen years older and has a penis, and therefore is hilarious.