Monthly Archives: November 2008

News Unworthy

I know. None of my posts this week have actually been comment worthy. Why? I’ve just been tuning out the news—which is often a source of blogging material for me–it has been just so damn depressing lately.

Sometimes, I think the news is bad for the economy—news anchors joyfully bleating (I swear I can see glee in some of those morons’ faces)  out phrases like, “GM has just laid off God Knows How Many Workers!” Or, “Some local businesses in your area are calling it quits. Find out at five!”

Which, in turn, creates a panic. Especially for those employees hired by those companies.

Plus, I hate hearing stories like the violence in Mumbai or those idiots on Black Friday.

The news is just tends to be so full of negativity, that it is best for me to stay away from the papers and CNN and Fox, until I’ve regained my emotional equilibrium again.

The older I get, the less I care about people’s opinions on how I should act or look. I don’t give a flying flip if someone hates how I dress or do my hair. (Or not do my hair as the case may be! 🙂 )

I have quit living my life to get people’s approval.

I like people. I like being around people. I laugh and tell stories and live life with people.

I just have learned to reject people’s opinions about me. If anyone new enters my life and judges me on what makes me unique, I don’t change what I am….I just say, “Don’t like me? Too bad. Your loss.”

I refuse to alter me

Happy Thanksgiving!

Odds and ends…

This isn’t going to apply to Facebook, but I’ve linked my blog to Facebook so that it updates Facebook with my latest blog post. I am cleaning out all the old links that have not been active in months and are unlikely to return. They will always be welcomed back, of course, if they become active again. If any legitimate blogger wants me to link to them, let me know.

(It’s a good thing you returned today, Manuel. I was about to dump your link.)

In real life news…

Mom is sick, she sleeps 20 hours a day and doesn’t do anything. She doesn’t cook, clean….NOTHING. She knows what’s wrong but won’t tell anyone.

I have to say, and this may sound harsh, but that is an entirely selfish thing to do. I love my mother, but it is selfish. If she wants us all to BE family, she needs to let us know what’s going on. Even my Dad doesn’t know. I realize she doesn’t want us to worry, but how can we help if we don’t know?  It is really frustrating.

Her mom did the same thing when she was diagnosed with cancer; she shut everyone out and my mother was devastated. My mother found out she had cancer only after she died from it.

Thanks for continuing the cycle, Mother.

Facebook is For Shallow People

I recently put a fairly realistic picture of me up on Facebook. I lost ALL my “friends” immediately after putting it up. You know what? They can go suck a rotten egg. They can take their superficiality and stuff it up their hey hey. Honestly, whatever.

I wasn’t there looking to get it on with someone anyway.

I’m not Heidi Klum, but I’m not ugly either. Yes, I am fat. But fat doesn’t not equate with ugly.

But people who judge others on their looks…well, they have cellulite of the psyche and, as most people say, cellulite NEVER goes away.

Society’s expectations of complete and utter beauty disgust me right now. I sound like an old and bitter crone, I know, but that’s just how I feel.

Oh, and if you can stand to potentially turn to stone, behind the cut is the recent photo. Read the rest of this entry

Inhuman Politics

I have decided that all governmental systems are doomed for failure. Why? Greed. Capitalism doesn’t work (cough the bailout for Wall Street, greedy so and so’s), socialism has too many opportunities for misuse, communism looks pretty on paper but it doesn’t work so well in real life.

So the best thing to do if we want a fair government is to create and install robots to do our thinking for us.

All hail our new metallic overlord President……

  

(Wait for it)

  

(Continue to wait for it) Read the rest of this entry

Have Faith, But Don’t Push It On Me

I normally don’t comment on religious (or political) blogs….mostly because when I do, I usually end up with a lot of “YOU ARE WRONG AND ARE GOING TO HELL.” Another way to phrase it is: If you don’t believe as I do, you are going to perdition.

That gets old after awhile, and honestly, attitudes like that have turned me off to what they have to say. They could be the most intelligent person in the world, but the INSTANT they result to juvenile tactics to get the upperhand on an argument, I just shut down and ignore them. I refuse to cater to their need to …utterly beat down and dominate someone else for having different opinions and beliefs.

I need to stop reading those kind of blogs….they upset my stomach with their fanatism. I better stick to Sister Mary Martha for my religious enlightment. At least she’s funny and witty and has a strong belief in her God—without belittling others.

 

Jesus Was Not A Capitalist

Sorry. He just wasn’t. I’m not a Christian, relapsed-never-going-back-Lutheran, but the Bible has always intrigued me. Especially Song of Solomon. That book perplexed my little 12 year old mind.

Ooops. That’s a topic for another day.

Let’s get back on track, shall we?

Quote 1# It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.

Think about that. Just why is it easier for a camel than a rich man (made rich by capitalism, mayhap?) to go through something? Could it be that the rich tend to hoard their riches rather than help the poor? Or exploit the unfortunate?

Hmm. I wonder.

Then there was the time Jesus got mad at all those people selling sacrifices in the Temple. These people were making money off people’s desire to do right by God. (I guess our equivalent would be those televangelists who cry out for money even as they are obviously wearing expensive watches. Oi vey.) As I think about it, selling things in what is basically a place of worship is fairly ….nauseating.

No. He was for sharing, helping out the poor, hanging out with women of ill repute. He did not just hang out with the religious elite. He made friends with the sinners, the homeless, the desperate. He loved people as they were.

I’m not religious, but I do believe Jesus existed.

As always, I welcome all thoughts and differing opinions—said in a respectful way, that is.

Fare Thee Well

Another blog has bit the dust. This time, it’s my long time blog friend, Manuel. I’m sad because he’s been my on-line friend for a long time. I mean a LONG time. He was one of the very first people I added to my blogroll.  He has always been a really cool blogger, sweet and personable.

I’m going to miss him. I’m going to miss his writing and his thoughts on movies. He shares the same love for X-men and video games as I do. His quitting almost seems like the ending of an era, to be honest. The end of the blogging era for him. We’ll see what blogging has in store for me. I’m not quite ready to quit, though I have been tempted.

He says he’s tired, and I can understand that. I feel the same way at times, it gets so hard to hang onto blogging. It gets so….hard to come up with new and interesting topics, without falling into the realm of redundancy and stagnation.

I’m gonna miss you, Manuel. Gonna miss you alot.

 

Meh. I just don’t feel well or creative, nor do I feel like exposing my soul. I don’t even feel like formulating opinions, and that my friends, is rare. Believe me.

It’s almost as if I’m bleeding somewhere inside. This seems like a physical discomfort and not mental. I feel as though I’m sort of disconnected with the world. Meh. I’m not tired of anything in particular. Maybe it’s just the weather or maybe I’m on the computer too much and not giving my brain the nutrition it needs.

I keep having these depressing thoughts that I’m going to keel over and die. I worry that I am just going to go to sleep and die. Ugh. Maybe I’m going crazy or I’m discovering neurosises (neurosii?) I never knew I had. Granted, that isn’t a bad way to go….if you’re 99 years old. But there is so much I want to see and do.

I want to dance on the shores of Italy. (Yes, Saun, I do want to go there.) I want to sing my lungs out at Blarney Castle. I would love to see Rome and all its beautiful art.

Why do I keep thinking that I am going to die?