i socialize on networks because i like to giggle and because - for the
most part - i love people and the joy and diversity they bring into my
.... so yesterday i am on my least favorite social networking site checking out what may - or may not, depends how much they pad the truth - be happening in the lives of my friends and relatives, god bless em all**...
and i am sensing a pattern which i find highly disruptive to my visual, emotional and general well being...
i was visually bombarded by highly explicit photos surrounding religious, political, moral and personal issues intending to solicit my sympathy. photos that when shown on the nightly news, come after a disclaimer saying; "Some viewers may find the following photos highly disturbing. Please remove children and those faint of heart from the room."
if you know me, you know that i am not a cynic nor am i blind to causes, but i don't solicit and i don't appreciate being solicited. i run under the assumption that we all have our own value system that shows in our daily life - if others want explanations, they are free to ask, and we are free to share. (note that i said share not solicit or recruit )
normally i simply overlook the one or two solicitations that sneak onto my page, but yesterday was an exception...
yesterday there were far too many of them and, even though i tried, it made not seeing them impossible. instead, silly me, i tried hiding them one by one but doing that seriously made me feel guilty for something i did/do not do and extremely nauseated...
and then it made me angry - which surely isn't the response they were hoping for i'm sure. why should i have to hide pages full of explicit violence that i didn't post?
though i tried to contain it, there it was; extreme pissoffedness...
extreme pissoffedness that finally forced me to post this warning on my timeline;
if you are going to post photos of dead children and/or partial abortions or anything resembling abuse in any form please add my name to your blocked list. i am not here to share that sort of shit with you.
though once it posted i truly wished i would have been more thorough AND added if you do not i will block you accordingly - because i certainly will. of course, as we all know, our best thoughts come long after confrontations...
then, to add to my already emotional state, private messages started piling up in my email box; hey, are you talking about me and my photos?
my answer to that; - an answer i did not send back and won't because, as they say; 'ignorance is bliss' - if you felt compelled to ask if my posting was because of your photo/s, you probably already know the answer....
rude? yes, more than likely it was and is.
a complete and total "bad" on my part? according to some, yes. without a doubt.
do i care? no. i don't. and i won't "should" on myself for it either.
because this kind of thing seriously affects the quality of my life and - one way or another - my life will be better for it.
**note: i sat through a sermon once wherein the minister said: "One should not gossip or speak ill of anyone, however if you really need to and don't want it to be counted as sin always use the words "God bless her/him/them" before or after your statement...
surely the minister must have asked God before and been assured this was true or he wouldn't have made such a bold statement.... right?
....kudos if you recognized my title - its a quote from a movie we use often in this house - dysfunctional families make me feel right at home. ;)
As we sat in the coffee shop, mugs filled to the bim, i listened in asOthand Tunguska decided wethe o not we would be etuning to the past o heading to the
futue to fix what appeaed to have been a gave mistake on my pat. But i was fa too attached to my mug of bew to
help much – o maybe i just wasn’t yet willing to ight a wong...
Beside, they wee smat and they could figue it out while i sipped.
Cumbs, I'll have to ceate a tachyon pulse to affect my bainwaves so as I'll
ealise going to Geece is a bad idea and I shouldn't do it. Maybe I should
genetically alte my bain to make it moe tachyon sensitive too. Tunguska mubbled.
Could you not leave youself a note on the fidge suggesting you go to
Slough athe than ancient Geece? suggested Oth, looking moe than a bit
iitated with Max.
My dea Oth, that is a athe emakable ecommendation!
I couldn’t help
myself though, i had to chime in; I do believe
Oth was being as sacastic as you wee Max...
Oh? Was he? I
thought he didn’t undestand the ules of sacasm.
No. that was Scabble,
and it’s Eolist who doesn’t undestand the ules! Oth shot back.
Oh i undestand
them all ight, i just don’t fancy cheates...
eyes suddenly lit up like a chistmas tee. I had
to shield mine fom them fo fea of being buned.
He eally has to stop expeimenting with those edible electodes. his voice was filled with tiumph; Ah yes, now I emembe! We wee playing Scabble
in the Vatican with the Pope! Tunguska then pulled a make fom his font pocket and
began doodling some sot of mathmatical equation on the table.
ginned. Ha! I do believe that was the
fist time i have eve head a Pope swea.
me. I mutted tying had to hide behind my
You mean don’t
'humilateme' do you not? Oth ginned fa too wide fo his own good.
Look. Fo the
last time, he cheated and we all know it!
He was the
Pope dea. Pope’s aen’t allowed to cheat at Scabble, i think they take an oath
explicitly saying so. He was simply
using Geek, it’s not his fault you don’t speak it.
folded my ams in font of myself; Well Geek wods shouldn’t be allowed when only
one peson playing knows how to spell them!
Actually I believe
it was Latin… Tunguska absently added,
scatching his head befoe aising one bow and then the othe.
But it was
Geek to Eolist, wasn’t it? Oth laughed.
I liked it
bette when you wee the one squiming Oth!
Oth’s mug – he knows fa bette than to eve touch mine unless he is going to fill it –
and placed it in the middle of his equation. DONE. THAT’S IT!! I’VE GOT IT!!! ETINEO!
Etineo?!?! Oth and I
questioned at the self-same time, both of us hoping we didn’t look as dumb as
the othe did.
Yes! Etineo! Emembe? Tunguska’s
ams waved in gloious victoy. The Pope played it off of Eolist’s wod!
Oth and I looked at each
othe. Nope. Ou hopes wee dashed. Both of
us did indeed look as dumb as the othe.
Tunguska poked his finge into
the make-shift Scabble boad he’d ceated on the table...
See, The Pope played sumo…
Oth was wise now and laughed;
ah yes. Now I emebe! Eolist said he couldn’t play sumo because…
Sumo was a pope noun!
Oth laughed even hade; … it’s
Latin fo “buy” E.
So he says, but we
all know the Pope meant Sumo as in Sumo Westle! And that’s a noun! And he
And E played sephent off of
Ight! And then she claimed he was one. A snake and a half as I ecall.
Ight! And then he played etineo off
of this blank spot ight hee!
Yeah, etineo, which he claimed
meant “to keep.” Ha!
“I’ll show you keep!” you
said. Just befoe you tossed the boad and got us all aested!
Eolist, you took the combined lette?!?
I sunk into my seat feeling fa smalle than I actually am. But in my defense, how was I supposed to know
the Pope was in chage of the entie alphabet? o that taking one small Scabble
piece would scew up the entie wold as we knew it?
Tunguska was beside himself
pleased that he’d figued out the iddle. Oth howeve appeaed a bit like he wanted
that lette put back whee it belonged….
Okay, moe like he’d wanted it
put back yesteday.
Eolist, that space
thee would be the missing pat of my name! Oth said in no tone whatsoeve, but i suddenly felt bad and I knew it wasn’t
because I’d had too much caffeine.
And though I had tuly loved watching Oth squim, I knew I pobably should allow
Tunguska to put things ight again.
So you’e saying the Pope has talked
jibbeish long enough to have leaned his lesson and I should etun the missing bit?
Yes! They both said in
And if I say no? I sighed, though I knew I wouldn't.
Fully and totally you call
Eolist. Tunguska said. Answe waiting finges
tapping out that familia huy up tune… Of couse it would mean
taveling to Italy some time just befoe the event and placing it back without
Have you pefected you
Invisibility cloaks yet D . T.? Oth inquied.
In fact I have! Just next
week I sent them to Eolist’s waite fo safe keeping.
Oth eminiced; Ah, Italy…
And outdoo cafes with Tiamisu and…
then he leaned in vey close to my ea and said;
Cappuccino!?! I pulled the
lette out of my pocket and placed it in the empty space on the make-shift
Scabble boad. How soon do we leave?