Here I am, living in a ridiculous world.
Time on Facebook today: approximately 15 minutes. I have so many conflicted feelings. It’s a platform for people’s voices but it’s also an evil social experiment controlled by an alien lizard person. What to do? What to do?
For a second there, I almost though LinkedIn was the solution. Then I started joining groups and noticed there are no discussions! Where are the discussions? What is the point of an online networking group if no one is having conversations about their industry? Am I doing this wrong? I joined a few Facebook networking groups where the discussions are very lively. I’ve learned so much just from hanging out in female Digital Nomad groups in the last two months. So I get my resume all ready and I jump over to LN and there’s… nobody talking to each other? What? I must be doing something wrong. Maybe it’s the app…
Please, for the love of god, somebody give me a real alternative to Facebook. I can’t take the Evil Lizard Mind Control Game anymore.
Working on writing stuff. Some of it I’m struggling with. Some things are just out of my control. I just don’t know what to say to people sometimes. It’s like… you know me. You’ve known me for years. This is what I do. If you don’t like reading it, then don’t. Why are you still following it after so many years if you hate it so much? There’s no reason to attack and insult me because you didn’t like something I wrote. Try offering constructive criticism instead. Then maybe I will take your opinions seriously.
I’m not perfect. I’m willing to learn. There’s a reason I still haven’t written my “Big City White Girl Goes To Indian Country” memoir. How do I even do that without sounding like the biggest asshole on Earth? The answer: I don’t. So it sits on a shelf collecting dust instead. The fact that I even have that inner conflict in the first place should tell you what kind of person I am.
Whatever. Just when I thought things were going well, everything is suddenly up in the air. I just can’t win. That’s because 2020 is the darkest timeline. No one can win. But here I am, back to being an essential worker again. The risk is always going to be there.
It could be worse. We could be living in New Orleans during one of their early Yellow Fever outbreaks. Imagine dead bodies floating through the streets after a hurricane. Imagine those same dead bodies bitten by mosquitoes who then turn around to bite humans. Bam! Suddenly you’ve got Yellow Fever and you’re dead in three days! It’s gruesome! That’s why they bury their dead above ground.
Well, looks like I have to go help Grandpa Mad Dog bail Daisy out of doggy jail. I haven’t even finished my coffee yet. It will be my act of charitable service for the day.