The Recovering Pessimist

Helping pessimists see the bright side of life without losing their "half empty" roots.

A Renegade in an Eggshell Society

Jul
21

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I never understood how sensitive people were until I took a look at my Facebook timeline. So many people posting their life stories for the masses to read and comment on. The comments section is where the sensitivity lies.

If you’re going to post about your cheating mate, understand that not everyone is going to offer you tissues and hugs. ESPECIALLY if this mate has a history of cheating and you have a track record of taking them back.

Nope, not gonna happen here.

What I am going to tell you in the comment section is that you look extremely stupid telling your friends that once again, he/she has cheated on you and once again, you took them back. Perhaps you should look within to figure out why your self-esteem is so very low.

Over-sharing parental units, you’re next.

I get that you’re proud of your children, however, I don’t need to see 45 posts of your children’s actions from the time they wake up until they go to bed. Then you follow-up by saying that you couldn’t get anything done that day. Of course you couldn’t get anything done insert eye roll here.

If I comment that if you put the phone down and I don’t know, tried to do something that day, you’d be surprised at how much you could get done. Makes sense right? Evidently not, because I get the following responses:

You’re rude.

You don’t have children, so you shouldn’t comment.

That’s where you’re wrong.  I’m going to comment because you put it on your timeline, which gives me the green light to comment. I understand that some people are (overly) sensitive, but there’s no reason to get in your feelings every time someone disagrees with you.

If it bothers you that much, stay off of social media.

Sincerely,

A renegade in an eggshell society

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Public Service Announcement: Living a Life of Public Access

Oct
10

People are doing way too much on social media. Any given day, I can log into my social media accounts and read status updates about cheating, divorce, last night’s date, random itching, etc.

Yes, random itching.

What’s even worse is that they’re over sharing with no consideration of the possible backlash. There’s absolutely no way that they’re considering any sort of backlash because they’re just out. Social media is the new public access TV. Millions of people have access to it and status updates can go viral in seconds.

People are watching and taking notes. Don’t allow yourself to become blinded by the share button. Once you post that information out there for the world to see, it’s a wrap. You can delete it, but that doesn’t mean that someone hasn’t already captured it in a screenshot or some other method.

Is that post about last night’s date that left you randomly itching really worth it?

Me thinks not.

Coming to Terms with Fate

Jan
10
Fate

Fate (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I’m coming to terms with the fact that I am not (always) in control. It’s especially hard because I don’t care for surprises. Oh well. Fighting Fate is pointless. I see it like this: Fate has had a blueprint for my life (events, moments, etc) that’s been in the works since 1982.

What if I unknowingly deviated from the blueprint? Does Fate has some sort of…GPS-like option that re-routes (similar to the totally awesome Allstate commercial)? Seriously, how dope would it be if this really existed? Let’s analyze this. If I deviate from some aspect of my blueprint, does Fate intervene by editing the entire blueprint? Or, does Fate edit that particular aspect  of the blueprint I deviated from?

Part One of the theory. I’m dating this guy. All is well between us. Neither party intended for the relationship to progress to something more serious, but we rolled with it. Fate, on the other hand, knows that this isn’t in my blueprint but edits it to include a long-term relationship with this guy.

Stand by for Part Two.

I’m dating the same guy. Things are going great. Seriously, everything is awesomesauce and then the sh!t hits the fan. Phone calls and text messages go unanswered. He unfriends me on Facebook and blocks me on Twitter. Fate was in the background, hoping we would break up on our own.  When that didn’t happen, Fate put the brakes on the relationship.

Sounds far-fetched? Perhaps. There are reasons why things that WE plan never go the way WE plan them. Allow that to marinate.

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