Honestly, what is time? It is different at any given moment in any given place. Does it really even matter? Back in the day farmers used the sun and the moon to gauge time, as did the people before that. When I am blogging here in FL at 5:00 in the afternoon and a fellow blogger is just getting ready for bed it is just that we are doing different things. My biggest “issue” with time is the whole space thing and stars being “light-years away”. I cannot wrap my head around the sense of time when it comes to space because it just makes no sense to me. If a star is 2000 light years away then how the heck are we seeing it? What is a light year? How is that time?
I guess if I had to give a definitive answer I would say time began with humans because anything else lives off the rotation of the earth.
Do you have any phobias? If so, have you had these phobias all your life or have the developed or evolved as you’ve aged?
I have a few fears but the worst is spiders. I think I have always had it but it has gotten worse over the years. At one point I went to therapy for it, as I wasn’t sleeping due to spider nightmares. Some people in my life have thought it funny to try and “expose” me to pictures and real spiders but they don’t seem to understand that I cannot tolerate it, it is NOT funny, and although I know they cannot hurt me (well, the non-poisonous ones), I still fear seeing them and finding them. I would also like to make it clear that there are some sorts of spiders that I have the ability to see, without having a reaction, but I go into a panic when I see certain ones. Once, about 12 years ago, I was leaving the school building where I was teaching. It was an old victorian style house, it was very nice. One night I was there after hours. I knew there was a custodian in the next building.This one night there were a few around the door jam on the only door to get out of building. I lost it. I thought I would be stuck all night. Luckily the custodian showed up and cleared them. There are a few though that send me into full panic mode.
Please do not reply with spider pictures.
When I did my student teaching the teacher “made” me teach the unit on spiders to help desensitize me. Nope, didn’t work. I have looked at thousands of pictures but it hasn’t changed anything. Honestly, I can’t look at pictures of them at all. If I think I see one as I scroll through posts I have to close my eyes. I can peek through my eyelashes but that is about it. But, when I think of a few of the most dreaded ones I really start to feel panic.
How do you feel about online anonymity? Do you believe that when people are hiding their real world identity, it encourages them to misbehave or to be offensive? Or does it allow people to reveal who they really are or possibly how they would choose to be and act all the time if they could?
Quite ironic that you asked this today. I just posted a couch for sale on FB Marketplace. I have had quite a few “scam” offers. Most of them ask me to text them and they leave a phone number. For the most part I only get back to the people who have an active FB page/account. I know this is not 100% reliable, as so many people lie on social media, but it narrows it down. For instance, this one “woman” asked me to call her, that she wanted to pick up the couch today. When I clicked on “view profile” it was an empty page. On top of that, when I clicked on the their picture it says “He has set the site to private”.
Anyhow, I think a lot of people use social media and other online arenas to feel a sense of belonging. I, for example, don’t really have any friends who live in this state with me. I do try to find ways of meeting others but as you get older those options dwindle. I think if people are going to be offensive they will do so whether or not it is shown in public. Many people who socialize via the internet aren’t there to think of what other people might think. Similarly, if you have to use social media to show who you really are then you are either lonely like me or just in need of some sort of validation. When I am blogging I show people who I really am. I also show people how much I love to write and respect people wanting to read my work.
How do you feel about Elon Musk’s intention to reinstate Donald Trump’s Twitter account and his rational for doing so?
Well, first of all, they look alike with different hair and skin tone.
I think that Elon Musk is like Trump and like Putin and all the other rich people who think they own the world because they can afford it. I don’t think anyone should give a rat’s ass about whether Trump posts his stupid comments on Twitter. Every word out of his mouth makes him look like more of an ass, so maybe some of his followers will finally get the picture. Musk just wants the notoriety of this controversy. Why else would he even care? When you are that rich why do you give a hoot whether some impeached-twice president can post crap on social media? How about feeding the hungry kids in the world? Maybe look past Trump and you’ll see Putin behind him with pictures of all the people that have been killed in Ukraine. Maybe then Musk might turn around and not care about the guy.
In the context of blogging and writing, what do you think is more important: what you say or how you say it?
I think it is a little of both. I have found that as I am looking through my feed and clicking here and there, there are some sites that I instantly leave for various reasons. One is chaos. If I can’t navigate your site to at least find something that was written within the last week or so (if you blog that often, lets say even a month or two) then great, but if I have go through links dating back to 2019 you’ve lost me. Second is blog name. It isn’t necessarily what it is or how it was chosen, I guess it is more on tact. For example, the other day I was perusing WP and I came across a blog with the name something like: People Abused by Priests. Now, I get it. I totally get it and I am not trying to minimize the trauma, the need for connection, the need to speak, but….in my opinion you won’t have anyone except those who are also terribly traumatized and looking for help. Sometimes it is best to get a wider audience where someone might have some perspective that doesn’t come from PTSD or trauma. I don’t know that is my opinion only.
As far as how things are said, I agree with many other bloggers that if there are spelling errors throughout or mistakes that “should” be found with a quick re-read then I get sort of uninterested in reading further.
Finally, if your post is so long that I have to scroll a whole bunch of times and still can’t find the bottom, you lost me.
Fandango asks us a “tricky” question each week. Find this week’s here
If you could have a second chance at just one event in your life, what would you choose? What would you do differently? How do you think your life would be different now?
I have a few things that come to mind, of course. I think the one thing that stands out most about my adult life is moving when my kids were little. When Lindsay was born we had bought a house down near the water. We were about 6 blocks from the beach. We had a small-ish yard but bigger than most around us. My husband at the time didn’t get along with the neighbors. Mostly he didn’t get along them because they were really arrogant. They acted like they were better than us. Anyhow, I wanted to move. I didn’t know what we had.
I don’t regret completely moving. I regret it because my kids always wanted to have stayed. I regret it because I wanted to live near the water. I also wonder how my life, and my kids lives, could have been different. Would my son not have been bullied? Would my daughter have had more confidence because she felt like she was liked by her peers? The reason I don’t regret it is for one of my very best friends I had in my other home. I have so many reasons I could say about it now….now that I am a bit older and a bit wiser.
It makes me sad to have regrets. I have to remember that nothing can be changed from the past. Only good decisions can be made moving forward. I have to say that although I have had many changes, good and bad, I do love my home now and look forward to staying in it forever.
Do you think, given everything that is going on in the world, that children born these days will have a worse or better life than their parents? Why do you feel that way?
I don’t think the world’s activity has an effect on “worse or better” in a general way. It is what they are born into and know. I can’t say that my life is better than life in the 40’s because I didn’t live in that time. Are there horrible things that mark each era? Yes. But unless you pinpoint a certain group of people during a devastating time, isn’t each day a new day?
I am not saying that horrible things happen and it doesn’t matter. All of my relatives on my mother’s side went to concentration camps. Would the world have been better for me if that hadn’t happened and they were still living during that awful time? Of course, that situation was horrible and it made the world a center of ugliness and hatred, but who is to say that life was definitely worse.
I think each generation is going to have its own problems, its own agenda, its own heartache….but also its own happiness and peace.
I don’t know if I would say “stable” but I am a planner. I do like to know what I am doing and when. I do love some spontaneous things but not when I am doing something that I have scheduled! I would automatically think it is a control thing, why I like everything planned, but some of it is my PTSD. I don’t like the unexpected bad things which makes me leary of unexpected anythings!
I think I give people the impression that I am personable and friendly. For whatever reason, I always think that people don’t think I am a smart person, even though I am very smart. I find it in my head that I have to not worry about that and see that it is probably some weird perception of mine, but it does go through my head when I think about, when I first meet a person.