Am I Really That Random? Yes I guess I am

I've long held on to the motto that I am random, and it's something that if you do indeed want to be my friend, you will just have to get over. I have been contemplating this lately - because I really don't think I am that random. I know everyone (or most everyone) else thinks so - I have been told it often enough in my life, but I have never felt like the things that come out of my mouth are really that random, I have just never really taken the time to explain my jump from point A to B. Often times it has a very logical line.
I will admit that my thought processes are quirky and perhaps something that reminds me of something will not ring the same reminder in someone else's mind. :)
Anyhow, as I have been contemplating all my randomness (I'm good at contemplating - maybe not at finding solutions, but contemplating yes :)I decided that it doesn't matter if other people have a hard time following my pattern of speaking or consider it random...I don't have a problem with it.
I guess I am going to demonstrate some of my characterized randomness from others now as I move to a widely different subject.
My husband's sister went off on me on facebook. On FACEBOOK. While I do not have a problem with people telling me where they ate or their opinions on things on the social network, I feel that telling people off in public that can be archived and read later is outside the scope of the site's purpose, and overall just out of line. She is angry with me for not communicating with her enough and for sending pics to other people and not her. Pretty much that's the long and short of it, or at least what I gathered from the spew that was coming from her keyboard. She called me names, she defamed my character, she was rude. I tried my best to be nice, and understanding etc even though all I really wanted to do was reach through my computer screen and slap her! I don't need this drama, I don't need that drama. Whatever drama you have, I'm not in the market to buy.