So apparently the roommate is also Facebook-stalking me. I vented about the situation and made a snarky comment to the effect of, “If you hear a news story about someone in my town who murdered her roommate, that’ll be me.” Roommate and I are NOT Facebook friends, but she texted me some bullshit about how that’s illegal and she was only talking about it because her mom thought the apartment was gross.
I used to do legal research for a defense attorney, so do you really want to get in a law fight with me? REALLY? Please, do call the cops. I’d LOVE to see them laugh their asses off at you.
See, it’s not actually a crime unless I actually intended to murder you or I intended to intimidate you.
Clearly I didn’t actually intend to murder you. I mean, please, go through my Facebook and count up all the other people I’ve said I wanted to kill. It ranges from members of Congress to my immediate family to people who walk on my side of the sidewalk. All those people are still alive. See, for it to be a crime, there has to be both mens rea (“the thought of the thing;” basically, intent to commit a crime) and actus reus (“the act of the thing,” or an actual criminal act). I definitely didn’t have actus reus, and I could probably argue successfully that I didn’t even have mens rea, since I never actually intended to hurt you or anyone else. I could also name off the top of my head at least a dozen people who’d testify to the fact that I’ve said in person that I wanted to/was going to kill them but who didn’t feel threatened. Obviously they’re all still alive too.
As for intimidation, you’d have a hell of a time proving that one in court, too. My Facebook post was public, yes, but since we’re not Facebook friends and you’ve never mentioned your Facebook usage to me, I had no reason to believe that you’d see it. See, I don’t feel the need to check up on what people I’m not Facebook friends with me are saying about me. That’s normal. Facebook-stalking your roommate isn’t.
I vented on Facebook specifically because I didn’t think you’d see it. Unlike you, I have some basic consideration of other people’s feelings, even when they aren’t people I actually like. If I’m not going to talk to them directly about what they’re doing that’s bothering me, I don’t pull passive-aggressive bullshit and scream about it where they can obviously hear it. I deal with my frustrations in venues where I can reasonably assume that they won’t hear so as not to hurt their feelings while I deal with mine. If you go searching for it, then that’s your fault. It’s not my responsibility to protect you from unpleasant things you might discover while stalking someone.
I’m just so fucking far past done with this bullshit. It takes a lot to get me really angry, but once I’m there…well, it’s not pretty. I would never physically hurt anyone, but I can be pretty mean verbally. It’s not a part of myself I like most of the time, but it is useful at times. And once I’ve been pushed far enough that I no longer give a single fuck, which is where I am now…well, if she wants to start a fight, I’m goddamn well gonna finish it.
I have so many other appropriate gifs. Maybe I’ll do a whole recap of this post using only West Wing gifs because that demonstrates exactly how many shits I give about this.
Actually, I’m bouncing back and forth between “LOL this is is so ridiculous it’s funny” and “It’s not safe and I have nowhere to go that is safe, so I have to kill myself right now.” It’s lots of fun, lemme tell ya.