Whether it’s your boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend or a girl from your rival sorority, there’s almost always another female out there in the world somewhere that you just love to hate. It doesn’t matter whether she got into a physical Mean Girls-style catfight with you or if you’ve never even met, you have every right to hate her. As sworn enemies, it is your right – nay, your duty – to occasionally get a little more tipsy than you probably should and stalk the shit out of her on social media. The following is a timeline of the process of hate-stalking your nemesis which may or may not be based on true events (just kidding, this totally happened).
- Pour yourself a glass of wine and open your browser just like any other night.
- For whatever reason, her name pops into your head. Your enemy. You type her name into the Facebook search bar. It’s just some harmless observation.
- Relationship status: single. Hah. Of course it is.
- Did she lose weight? Is she skinnier than I am?
- She can’t be skinnier than I am. I wonder if she Facetunes her photos? I bet she does.
- *27 minutes and 49 pictures later* She definitely uses Facetune.
- Did you think I wouldn’t catch that the brick wall you’re posing in front of mysteriously becomes wavy at your waist? Bitch, please. Screenshot.
- Everyone I know needs to see this screenshot. Girls’ group text, get ready.
- I mean, sure, they don’t know her, but at least they’ll definitely say nasty things about her to make me feel better. After all, what are friends for?
- Time to check out the tagged photos. Let’s use that left arrow to see her oldest (and hopefully ugliest) uploaded photo.
- You’d think that if you had Facebook in 8th grade, that you’d have enough sense to make those pictures private. Braces selfies are always a good look.
- Let’s just save those to my hard drive in case they ever get deleted. We’ll call it insurance.
- Where did my wine go? Time for another healthy pour.
- That’s enough Facebook. The good stuff never ends up there anyway. Time for Twitter.
- How many times does this girl retweet “White Girl” accounts? Come on. I need something good.
- Scrolling fooooorrreeeevvveeerrrrrr.
- Hahaha, she thinks she’s being self-deprecatingly “funny” here. Let’s give that a like. Not passive aggressive at all.
- Ok, so that tweet was from 2014. My bad.
- When did I run out of wine? Thank God I have another bottle. Not even going to bother putting the corkscrew away this time.
- She already knows I’m stalking her thanks to that Twitter like. Might as well check her LinkedIn.
- How’s that part-time job working out for you? According to the search I just did on Glassdoor for your salary, you’re more poor than I am. Loser.
- Aw, she doesn’t really have many endorsements. Here’s one. I think I’ll endorse her for being a manipulative boyfriend-stealer. Done!
- Onto the next one. Instagram stories, here I come.
- Literally no one cares about anything you ate today. Learn how to use social media please.
- Why are there so many selfies? If you’re going to take selfies, shouldn’t you at least do your eyebrows first? Have some self-respect. Or not. It’s more fun to stalk you this way.
- Should I Zillow her parents’ house? I should Zillow her parents’ house.
- Just going to do a quick reverse phone number search, and bam! Address.
- Should I be a detective? I should totally be a detective. Who needs school? My parents will totally let me drop out.
- Ugh, so apparently private detectives don’t actually make that much money. Thanks for ruining my dreams, Glassdoor. I guess I still have to marry rich after all.
- Okay, I’ve gotten way too distracted. Gotta get back to social media. Need to check Facebook and make sure none of my friends are engaged. Again.
- Why do I have so many notifications? I mean, I can’t help it I’m so popular, but I didn’t know I was this popular.
- Why is my status her name? WHY IS MY STATUS HER NAME?!?!?!
- Delete. Delete delete delete.
- Great, I just spent my Friday night ruining my reputation AND my future career as a private detective. And I’ve been crying for 15 minutes now.
- Mental note: make sure to buy waterproof mascara for the next time you decide to drink two bottles of red wine and hate stalk your enemy.
- I wonder if I lost any water weight from crying so much. I definitely lost three pounds. I can find the silver lining in anything.
- Ok, I’ve stalked all I need to. Her life definitely isn’t better than mine, or at least she wears cheaper makeup than I do, so it looks worse on social media. I can live my life in peace now. You’re free. I don’t have to stalk you ever again.
- *Repeat at least once a week until the end of time.*.