So you want to be immortal?

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Former friend said he wanted to be immortal…to establish a legacy…

my response: stop playing video games, get off the couch and get out there.

his response (after humiliating me on social media): you’re being condescending and I demand an apology…

my response: Unfriend on FB…

Spending a week on the couch playing World Of WarCraft because you are unemployed and are content to live off benefits until you can’t isn’t downtime…it’s laziness. You want to be immortal….it’s called repping 24/7.

It’s called working everyday to be better than the day before, and finding new ways to improve tomorrow. Even if it’s just reading an article on your favourite subject or seeing a documentary on something you are passionate about. DO SOMETHING EVERYDAY to better yourself…EVERYDAY.

Legacy takes work…Immortality even more so…

Both require you to be repping 24/7.

Even for us rank amateurs…

 

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Social Media

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Social Media can be a useful tool…to keep in touch, to market your brand, to interact with like minded individuals…

Social Media can also be a weapon…used by those who feel they are entitled to openly attack others.

Understand that anything you post on Social Media is fair game…this includes those who feel that their opinion is the right one and to hell with everyone else…you put that stuff on social media…you don’t get to call foul on someone who challenges you.

The insufferable people who think you should agree with them…

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Ever notice that there are people out there who feel they can voice whatever opinion pops into their head but if you voice an opinion that runs counter to theirs instead of stepping back and considering the view point they brow beat you to get you on side?

This comes up quite frequently in hot topics…because apparently we as adults can’t seem to be adults. Be it religion or politics, sex or marriage rights, no one seems to be able to have a polite conversation, it always resorts to name calling…and folks the minute you drop the F word, or call someone a moron you have lost all credence in anything you say.

Not everyone is going to share your view point; deal with it.

 

Running…

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Ever feel like the proverbially hamster on a wheel?

Me too…

running…running…but not really getting anywhere…

I had thought I had my Mojo back…but I have lost it again…

Too many people trying to dictate what I should be doing, and what I should be focusing on…

So for all of you doing this…

STOP

 

 

Long Days R’ Us…

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That is what I should have over my door…

And yet…if the days are long…why do they pass so fast??? One of my BFF’s out in Ontario sent me a email at the beginning of November, and I responded, and she responded back…and then…I didn’t respond again until today…WTH?

My days have felt like they are a 100 years long and yet they have passed so quickly I am hard pressed to tell you exactly what I accomplished.

 

Get out and Vote

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We go to the polls on Monday (if you haven’t already voted at the advanced polls)

Every election I see the same thing on social media…is there any point to me going out to vote…?

to that I say this…

Get out and Vote…

Vote for those who fought (and still fight) for that freedom…

Vote for those who died to protect that freedom…

Vote for those who fought and the ones who died to get us that freedom (ladies I am looking at you…women didn’t always have a right to vote…they weren’t called suffragettes for nothing…)

Vote for those who have yet to have that freedom…

Vote to show the generations behind us that its important…

If the campaigners don’t come to your door…so what? We live in a digital age with information at our finger tips…you want to know…go and find it. You don’t have to eat and breathe politics, but you can be informed on what is actually going on in your city both the good and the bad.

Vote because YOU could be the deciding factor…

It’s no one’s business who you vote for and how you decided to vote for them…

All that counts…is this…

GET OUT AND VOTE!

 

 

Balls…Sometimes there is something so good about Good-Bye…and it is the easiest thing to say…

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Had a disagreement with a dear friend…

Well she disagreed with me at any rate…

All over a courtesy email regarding a 25 year old tin of seeds…

I thought she overacted…because she did…the whole situation had absolutely nothing to do with her…and yet she went completely off the reservation…

She had been a complete nasty bitch…

And I told her that…

It was a tin of seeds that were so old they were probably no longer viable…

And yet apparently a great injustice had happened, a great affront to parties (who she avoids) had been perpetrated, by someone she had a falling out with (not me…at this point…)

It was grab your torches and pitchforks time…justified by passages in the Bible, which she was quite clear in pointing out. She does that a lot, contorts the Bible as an excuse to be a bitch. She does conveniently forget the areas of the Bible that directly contradicts her actions.

So during this freak-out, I also informed her I could no longer consul her on her traumatic past – a properly certified therapist would be the better option – nor could I continue to give advice on her marriage – because I am not married – and nor could I give advise on her child – because I don’t have any – so I have very  little I can contribute to that.

She came back with – Is that how you really feel? You devalue yourself that much?

This immediately got my backup; I was like who the hell are you?

I did respond in that my lack of experience in these matters does not mean I devalue myself.

She also accused me of kicking a dog when it’s down (meaning her). Only in her own mind was she a victim in this sense.

She then decided to change email addresses and sent a message saying if I wanted the new one then I needed to ask for it…even as her ‘best friend’ I still have to jump through hopes to prove my worthiness…I haven’t asked for it…and I never will…I don’t want it.

This whole thing…

It got me thinking of our friendship…

She’s dangerous…

Manipulative and Conniving…

Dressed up as a hippy dippy silly girl…

It was small things at first…eating my food, but not sharing hers. Not paying for anything outside her needs in the apartment we shared, so I was the one buying toilet paper, dish soap, cleaning supplies, etc. She used it all, but never bought it, Same with any freebies I got from work, one night even eating an entire baguette to herself.  She once consumed the entire contents of a hot chocolate container in a week (I had only one cup); and then would make comments about how wouldn’t it be nice if we had more – didn’t go out to replace it mind you; her with her $20/hr job; nope she expected me to go pay for it on my $8/hr minimum wage job. Bread and Milk, she used…never replaced. Then had the audacity to comment on how she would get mad when she’d go to use something and I had used the last of it. Umm…no…I never used the last of anything you bought, I always made sure there was at least a serving and a half of anything that you rarely contributed to the household…maybe pay attention to what you are using…stupid woman. Then it went to using my computer to work online and stuff because she had deleted all usable programs off her computer because she didn’t think she needed them. Ultimately turning my fairly new computer (a year old) – purchased from the Ombudsmen Office at UBC – into a boat anchor because she downloaded a virus. (oops…tee hee…stupid woman).  Gifting me stuff then asking for it back because she actually wanted it after all. Buying me licorice as a treat and then eating most of it on the bus ride to come see me. Calling me a bitch because I had the nerve to ask her why she turned the stove off, dumped the kettle and then refilled it and put it back on the stove, after I had just filled the kettle and put it on the stove. Dropping anchor at my Gran’s house in MDHT, and treating it like a hotel. Correcting my elderly, Alzheimer suffering Gran when she used the word Lucky. Having the kids that use to live in the foster home she use to work at come and crash at our apartment; even when they had violent people looking for them, or with them.

If I wasn’t on-board with her plans she became quite verbally abusive. When I pointed this out during our falling out she claimed she had no memory of this but if that is what I remember then she is sorry. Selective Memory…nice…

She is the author of her own sad tale…

Since we both moved to Alberta; I have seen her 3 times in the last 6 years, the last time being 4 years ago.

I was suppose to be the Godmother of her child, my gut told me to decline, but I accepted as we were still ‘best friends’, I regretted saying yes immediately…I wanted no obligations to her. Her son is almost 3 and I have yet to even meet him…

I haven’t spoken to her since June…and I don’t miss her…

I still have her on Facebook…but not Pinterest…she un-followed me…when I don’t know…nor do I care.

Since it’s been 3 1/2 months since our last contact, I will be removing her from my social media accounts effective immediately…

Should be strangely cathartic…