I've been posting less frequently on my blog. My Facebook page is 99% the game I play. I do not have a Twitter account.
All three are due, somewhat, to time restraints. Like right now. I should be out in the yard and will be as soon as I finish. However, there is a lot more to it.
As for the blog, I'm getting tired of railing about politics. Even using it as a way to vent is getting old because that's all I'm doing. Venting. I'm contributing absolutely nothing to the national dialog which is comprised of people who already have their own opinions and will continue to do so no matter what I may think.
Twitter and Facebook are another story entirely. Of the nearly 200 hundred friends on my Facebook page, most are fellow game players. The next largest chunk come from our local blogging community. They are acquaintances, not friends. I find I have little in common with most of them and rarely check their pages. The remainder are my real friends. People I actually know and care for. It seems a shame the numbers aren't reversed, but I've no one to blame for that but myself.
Twitter? Other than not having a device other that a prepaid phone and my computer, I'm not really able to participate. I wouldn't if I could. Just look at the Weiner affair. Did he or didn't he send tasteless photos of himself? It's hard to believe he could be stupid enough to do so, but then he is a politician.
If he didn't, and was hacked as he says, what kind of people have we become? How could anyone do that to another? This isn't a bunch of kids harassing their favorite nerd, which is bad enough and often has a tragic end in and of itself. This is adults destroying a man's life, his reputation, his career. If it could happen to him, it could happen to any of us. By people we don't even know. Wow. It makes my skin crawl at the very thought of it.
I'm less than a week away from entering a new decade. I don't have many left, if any. I think back on conversations with my Mother during her later years as she'd shake her head in wonderment regarding the state of the world and the people in it. I'm doing exactly the same thing, only my thoughts aren't wonderment as much as disgust.
When you hear people say they like animals better than they do people, believe them. There's good reason for it.
I rarely return to a post to add something but today I feel compelled. Congressman Anthony Weiner, D-NY has admitted to everything reported thus far in the Twitter scandal. This has nothing to do with party and everything to do with character. There are too many like Mr. Weiner serving in Congress. What is it that attracts voters to such men. If it's a reflection of ourselves, that we can 'identify' with them, we need to take a good hard look at who we are and what the world sees.
All three are due, somewhat, to time restraints. Like right now. I should be out in the yard and will be as soon as I finish. However, there is a lot more to it.
As for the blog, I'm getting tired of railing about politics. Even using it as a way to vent is getting old because that's all I'm doing. Venting. I'm contributing absolutely nothing to the national dialog which is comprised of people who already have their own opinions and will continue to do so no matter what I may think.
Twitter and Facebook are another story entirely. Of the nearly 200 hundred friends on my Facebook page, most are fellow game players. The next largest chunk come from our local blogging community. They are acquaintances, not friends. I find I have little in common with most of them and rarely check their pages. The remainder are my real friends. People I actually know and care for. It seems a shame the numbers aren't reversed, but I've no one to blame for that but myself.
Twitter? Other than not having a device other that a prepaid phone and my computer, I'm not really able to participate. I wouldn't if I could. Just look at the Weiner affair. Did he or didn't he send tasteless photos of himself? It's hard to believe he could be stupid enough to do so, but then he is a politician.
If he didn't, and was hacked as he says, what kind of people have we become? How could anyone do that to another? This isn't a bunch of kids harassing their favorite nerd, which is bad enough and often has a tragic end in and of itself. This is adults destroying a man's life, his reputation, his career. If it could happen to him, it could happen to any of us. By people we don't even know. Wow. It makes my skin crawl at the very thought of it.
I'm less than a week away from entering a new decade. I don't have many left, if any. I think back on conversations with my Mother during her later years as she'd shake her head in wonderment regarding the state of the world and the people in it. I'm doing exactly the same thing, only my thoughts aren't wonderment as much as disgust.
When you hear people say they like animals better than they do people, believe them. There's good reason for it.
I rarely return to a post to add something but today I feel compelled. Congressman Anthony Weiner, D-NY has admitted to everything reported thus far in the Twitter scandal. This has nothing to do with party and everything to do with character. There are too many like Mr. Weiner serving in Congress. What is it that attracts voters to such men. If it's a reflection of ourselves, that we can 'identify' with them, we need to take a good hard look at who we are and what the world sees.
3 comments:
I could have written this post. Yes girl i am agreeing with everything you say. I love animals better than people. I don't have a lot of friends, but, i haven't met ANYONE i want to be friends with. I don't think it's all me. I find people around me (at work) mostly, stupid, lame, lazy, and materialistic. The latest gadget. It's all going to hell in a hand basket. (They would ask... What's that mean?) We are screwed, no president can fix this mess. The people need to wake up and fix themselves first.
I feel much the same way, Mari. I am getting to the point where I don't trust any politician. They make big promises but rarely follow through.
Perhaps that's why my blog is mostly a diary or a journal. It has served me well this past year as I have worked through my loss.
Getting to the point where you wonder why you turn on the television anymore... at least that is what I wonder, when I sit there and watch what Ken wants to watch... as I read.
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