Acceptance

I see a lot of people follow me, but no one wants to comment or even acknowledge I exist. I bet my followers are bots. Either way, I really don’t care anymore. Not being popular means I can say whatever I want and no one will bother me. Because no one cares!

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Watching Sports

I hate when people never watch sports until they learn their home team is in the playoffs! You’ve never been a loyal person, and I can guarantee you that you don’t watch all their games year round like I do. That just tells me what kind of a person they are. Fake. Poser. No wonder why people keep leaving Facebook!

The Attraction of Social Media When Nothing…I mean NOTHING is Going On!

I want to get back into writing about things. I want to get into expressing my feelings, or just writing little short stories of absolutely nothing! I need to get my head straight first. My husband has a blood clot in his fistula. I thought I was capable of taking on a full-time job. I’ve been sadly mistaken, and now I don’t know how to tell my boss I’m willing to work Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday (Saturday and Sunday are 10 hour shifts, but if I work that and two during the week–which is only 7 hour shifts a piece–I’ll have a total of 34 hours, which will still keep me in the full-time category because where I work, 32 hours is considered full-time). If I do work those days, I will be able to have three consistent days off. I will be able to make appointments at my convenience and not have to worry about consequences like losing my vacation time due to an appointment and such. Which is what DID happen!

I lost time because of “flip switching” schedules to accommodate part-timers who request days off. It’s not their fault they want a day off; it’s the person who makes the schedules. That’s their fault.

Any..way! SO….I want to get back into the habit of writing. I just can’t right now. I have so much shtuff (Yeah, that’s right…shtuff. I try not to curse in my writings because I curse a LOT in my everyday life.) to clean up and declutter, it’s not even funny!

I used to have a clean house when I worked part-time, but when I work so much–or even back when I had school and classes–nothing gets done. I mean NOTHING! And the thing is no one in the family will help out. My husband has the mentality that because he’s the “breadwinner” in the family, he shouldn’t have to clean. My son’s mentality is he will do yard work, but no cleaning inside because that’s not a “man’s” job. So it just leaves me, my dogs, and my bird. I doubt they’ll be reaching for a broom anytime soon.

So, that’s it. That’s my story.

I’ll try to write more in my downtime (Like at work! I have a 10 hour shift behind the desk on Saturday, and another 10 hour shift behind the desk on Sunday), where I’m not at home and don’t have shiny things that distract me.

I also wanted to add that I don’t get my obsession with Facebook! It’s not like anything really goes on there. It’s an old high school clique. You’re either accepted or you’re dissed. I’ve been learning to diss back. It’s hard because I’m not used to giving people a dose of their own medicine. I figure to let karma kick in, and that will be good enough. Sometimes though, you just have to play the role of karma.

I signed up with Facebook because most of my internet buddies (notice I said most, not all) are older than me. We have writing groups once a week. I get stupid comments on my blogs, but I ignore them and just write, “Thank you”, when all I really want to do is give them a piece of my mind, or write something sarcastic like, “Um, khakis?” Sometimes, just a simple, “Good write!” will suffice as I definitely know you didn’t read what I just wrote…Even though I do write less than 100 words in that blogging group (No seriously, the writing prompts have not woken up the inner author in me at all lately) The picture guesses are dumb, and I just described reasons why I should NOT be on there. Valid point! Maybe I should start pursuing other areas of social media and just leave those old fashioned friends behind.

They’ve never really been my friends to begin with. I’ll get some people go, “Hey, I’m in your area of Florida, wanna meet?” I’m all like, “Sure.” Then suddenly weeks pass, and they’re like, “I just got your message.” Seriously? Is there some vast black hole in Florida I’m unaware of where we just don’t get internet or cell service for two weeks?

I’d better end this rant. Sorry to keep this long. It’s been a long while since I’ve written. I’m just trying to get some things off my chest!!!

DJ