A Bad Case Of Angry Blogging

I took a look at some of what I published this past week and shook my head because I saw some bad examples of angry blogging.

Shook my head because no one likes being taken for granted and or mistreated.  No one likes being ignored and having to work five times as hard to get things done.

But that is the hard truth about some of the past week and time before and I was reminded how I have counseled others to remember what you allow is how you’ll be treated.

People will either recognize your value and respond accordingly or they won’t. Screw those who don’t get it,

I confess I went to the garage, sat in the car and screamed. That is not a common practice upon my part and though some people will tell you I raise my voice it is infrequent.

Felt kind of good, kind of primal and I thought if ever there was a time to make like ancient man it might be now. Grab a spear and go out into the woods and see what I come back with.

Go find a bear or alligator to wrestle with and see what happens when your option is win or be eaten.

Maybe Your Heart Is A Liar

Had a discussion about how much longer I’ll be in Texas for and what comes next today. When they asked if I had a specific method for making decisions I told them I paid attention to walking through the fire and my heart.

“What if your heart is a liar?”

I smiled and told them I am not the guy that has run from the desires of my heart and that I have often run towards it.

“I fear not following it more than I fear what could happen if I didn’t.”

And then I told him I go back for a follow up visit with my cardiologist next week.

“Are you worried about that?”

“Not particularly. What are they going to say, that I am about to drop dead or that they want me to drop a few more pounds. I don’t fear either of that. I am getting closer to where I need to be and I’ll continue to work on it. That is enough for me.”

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Sometimes I think about taking an extended sabbatical from social media. It started out as a thought about whether blogging was still serving me and what would happen if I closed up shop.

I thought about it for a bit and then wondered what would happen if I pulled myself off of the grid entirely.

Mentioned it in passing to someone and they said they didn’t think I could do it, but I laughed. I never wonder if I can do it because there is no question about it.

My son thinks all this is a waste of time I don’t disagree with some of what he says. There is some benefits to your mental health not being exposed to some of the nonsense here.

You never get irritated about whether you are acknowledged, how you are acknowledged or if you are not. Nor do you see the parties you don’t get invited to.

I look at that last part as being more of a Gen Z thing. I am not sure if I could come up with a list of parties I didn’t get invited to that I wish I had. Most of the time if I see something like that I know that if I was back in LA I would have had an invitation.

But whatever, that should be our biggest problem, worrying about the parties we wished we could go to.

Anyhoo, though I have been relatively active on social media the majority of my life has still been lived without it so it is not hard for me to conceive of not having it.

I got my hand slapped today too for a relatively tame comment. Got people who are celebrating the murder of hostages and wishing ill upon me and bam.

Kind of reminds me of when I got my hand smacked on the IBS board. I decided to check it out for the first time in years and found old posts people I know put up but nothing from me.

It was like I never existed.

That is the interesting thing about a digital world. If I decided to let go and shut things down this would all disappear.

Sure there would still be digital crumbs and you could find bits and pieces of my work but it mostly be gone. Can’t decide if that is depressing at all or if it is just life.

I lean towards saying it is just life because for most of us that is how things work. We make passes through the world and impact/influence a small group of people and then we’re gone.

The idea of being gone bothered my maternal grandfather. He asked me to make sure I would bring him and grandma up from time to time.

I said I would and I have done so but once I am gone there is no guarantee their names will show up other than in the odd family tree.

I can argue their influence lives on in other ways and that things I do because of them might be passed down to my children and in theory continued beyond them too.

In some ways I like that idea better, reminds of ripples in the pond and I have always liked that. Always liked skipping rocks across the water and watching the river flow.

There is something calming about water and I suppose that leads to a whole new line of thought I won’t get into tonight but will instead close with a favorite thought.

I love the quote below, it speaks to me.