R.S.V.P.
How hard is it to reply to a simple facebook invitation? I mean, really. Can you attend? Great, then you reply “yes!”. Can’t make it? Well, that stinks, but you say “nope”.
It’s frustrating when people choose “maybe”. You might as well just say that you’re not coming and not take the wussie way out of it. But what really gets me is the total lack of any kind of response. Come on. You’re my friend. I can tell that you’ve been posting on facebook since I’ve invited you to my event (in this case, my 25th birthday), so no, your phone and/or laptop is not broken. You’ve managed to log in somehow, AND I’m willing to bet you’ve seen that little red indicator informing you of something important.
I get it, sometimes you want to check what’s going on that night. You’re not sure if you have plans with the boyfriend, family, or other friends, so you wait a day or two to confirm… but that’s the thing, confirm.
Yes, I’m ranting. I’m getting frustrated with a handful of people in my life.


![ROSS: OK, see ya later, nice meeting you. [man leaves] You’re welcome. RACHEL: What? ROSS: I was saving you. RACHEL: Saving, saving, saving me from the pleasant conversation with the interesting man, saving me? ROSS: Oh, see from where I was sitting I uh… RACHEL: OK, Ross, listen to me, I am not yours to save. ROSS: But, you are. RACHEL: What? ROSS: Uh, uh, well you’re, umm, you’re my lobster. RACHEL: OK, you know what, are, are you being like, the blind date guy again? ROSS: No no, you’re uh, you’re my lobster. See um, lobsters, uhh, in the tank when, when they’re old, uhh, they get with, uhh, they walk around holding the claws. In the tank, ya know, with, with the holding and… Uhh, Phoebs you wanna help me out with the, the whole lobster thing? PHOEBE: Do the claws again.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf2uslYnZS1qck7u7o1_500.jpg)




