whupsadaisy, uhoh, yikes.
I am back at the ranch for a new round of working the crowd (of exactly none-body) with my antic posts. I tried Facebook a while, looking for a better connection to people but it din’ work out. I keep making silly remarks and otherwise posting thoughts that folks misunderstand. My family (save one brother) really take issue with what I write for public view. Some think I reveal too much, some don’t like my style of humour a-tall. Not the tiniest bit. Ooooops. Being of a neurotic bent, I worry that others don’t like me. I want to be liked. I avoid conflict. I try to say what people want to hear and I am pretty good at it, except sometimes.
Once in a certain while, I will misread a person and mouth off in the wrong direction. This creates a cascade of bad feelings. First, those of the offended, then my own. “Oh my God! They are mad at me! Shit! This will cost me everything!”. Once the wheel gets rolling there is an awful inertia to overcome. ‘Merde’. (in a word)
Today, I will try to start staying away from social(?) media one final time. Wish me luck. I wrote earlier today on a music acquaintance’ page that his new profile picture made him look sexy as far as I was concerned. WhOA! Boy, that was the wrong thing to do. I got a personal message alerting me he had deleted the comment and that he thought it was more appropriate between lovers than between Facebook friends. Wow. My bad. My maxima bad. You just never know and I really didn’t know. The architecture of Facebook is designed to make strangers FEEL connected and I FELL for the FEELING. Again, ooops.
We are allowing bad things to surround us, garbage to overwhelm us, evil people to run amok in the halls of government. — 1) Facebook does not mean us well, it means to reap our data. It means to sell us at the highest bid. Facebook uses it’s little magical algorithms against us and for their profit. They profit handsomely and we suffer needlessly, we suffer sometimes without knowing we do. 2) There is cheapness and flimsy – not-worth-a-dime stuff masquerading as ‘top quality’ ‘new’ ‘super-strength’. We pay our money and get a broken piece of crap from some far-away manufacturer. We believe that Apple is the best. We buy into the latest multi-thousand dollar gadget that doesn’t work to it’s claim. We are hooked on an illusion that a brighter, prettier box holds a solution or is a fix for the last box that held nothing. 3) Politics is/was never a clean, green field. It now purely reeks of narcissistic effluent that calls itself a leader. Who? Putin? Trump? Boris Johnson? In the backroom, where deals always are made, there is no longer any need to hide the empty promises and nasty tricks. People almost expect to be stolen from, mislead, injured, enslaved.
Yow. Ai yi yi. …and…yet? There is a whole tomorrow and a WordPress website where I can speak and none respond. Ahhhhhhh, the peace. Ooooooh, the glorious days ahead. Sigh for the loneliest of bloggers, hurrah for things like snail mail!
Robert On The Air 