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  1. In one sentence, how would you sum up the internet? The internet is both a world of knowledge and a garbage dump of time wasted.
  2. Is true beauty subjective or objective? (Anything objective sticks to the facts, but anything subjective has feelings) I had to look it up to make sure I was correct. I think true beauty is subjective. What I find beautiful might be meaningless to someone else and although we disagree, who is to say who is right and who is wrong. Facts are things that can be proven to be true, I think, and are true no matter who looks at it.
  3. How many chickens would it take to kill an elephant?  (like last week, I threw this one in for lightening things up a bit.  There is no ‘right or wrong ‘ answer – just have fun with it). It would depend on the size of the elephant and if chickens is in a general sense, meaning is a rooster a chicken? If a rooster is considered a chicken then yes, definitely. I had three holes poked in my leg by a rooster. If he wanted to and I had no defenses he probably would have poked my eyes out. Then unfortunately, chickens will eat their dead “family members”. I think the elephant would have to be clueless though. It’s like letting a fly bite you. Fly:Person as Chicken:Elephant
  4. If your five-year-old self suddenly found themselves inhabiting your current body, what would your five-year-old self do first?  Eat candy


What’s an aspect of your personality that you’re grateful for? I’m grateful that I truly feel happy for other people and care about them. I think some people have to act like they care, but they really don’t (like my sister….).

Blogging Insights NF #46 Blogging VS Social Media ?

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Over the past two years now, I think it’s been two years, my blogging has evolved from simply “trying to write stuff” to actually wanting to improve my writing not for any other reason than I like to see how much better I do each time, well, you all know what I mean! Anyhow, quite often my posts will also go to Facebook, Twitter, and LinkedIn. They were for a long time, then they weren’t, now they might be again?!?!?! So, what do I think about this?

The only reason I reconnected my blogging to Facebook and LinkedIn again was to honor my son’s memory by posting the anniversary of his leaving. This was only last week. I wanted people to be able to remember him and think about him. I’m not sure if I am expressing it right, but this is sort of the gist of it.
I did cut off the social media connections after one of my sisters gave me shit last year three days before David and I got married. Another long story.

Overall, I sort of hate social media. I have always gotten hooked and then sucked down a depressive rabbit hole. I used to get depressed because of all the people who stopped calling or talking to me. I got depressed because of all the changes that had happened in my life that I hadn’t totally ironed out yet. Then I got depressed when I suffered loss after loss and I would see all my friends still so happy while I was so sad. Most recently I decided to check back in and see what was new. I saw a picture of an old friend with her son, also named Joe. He was older now, probably around 18 years old. I couldn’t handle seeing it. It just made me so sad that she has her Joe but I don’t have mine. So now again…I am done with social media. I prefer the companionship and friendships I have developed here on WP. I feel like it is a supportive community but not one that has to show off, or something like that.

Pity Party: Compilation 07/18/2022

Is it so archaic that I’m the one to blame?
in the basement, basically in shame
Of my bargain lunch box that holds a shriveled bun
And in that bun a hot dog, a holiday undone
Its like a queen’s old bishop in a game of chess
You may call this fiction, a myth no more or less
But here I am a witness to unlikely coping skills
A candidate not winning, a shelf with no more pills.
It curbs my enthusiasm and makes my poor head ache
To live my life on this scale, I wish I had a break.
So now I sit and eat here, wanting no one else to see
That all this really is now is a pity show for me. 

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