There are people in this world that will do anything to make others look bad. Sadly, these miserable people will smile in your face then turn to their next friend and stab you in the back. Sometimes they make false accusations. Other times, they exaggerate the truth. Here’s the thing, when the only dirt someone can find on you is something that you’ve never denied or even attempted to keep a secret…well, its kinda sad, not to mention pathetic. I personally find haters to be flattering. However, not everyone is as amused by them as I am. Here’s the thing and I’ve said it before, I never asked to take up so much space in their empty little heads. The only reason they are getting any attention from me now is because I’d like to thank them for the recognition. You see, since the “secret” came out, I’ve had people reach out to me that I haven’t heard from in a while. Others have stepped forward with stories of their own haters and we’ve formed a bond of solidarity. We all agree that our haters aren’t worth confronting and by next week, the “secret” and all the energy they put into it will have been forgotten. So, if you’re going to be shady as fuck, learn some new tricks, because your old ones are boring….and no one is entertained by boring.
“I give the fight up: let there be an end, a privacy, an obscure nook for me. I want to be forgotten even by God.” ~ ParacelsusRobert Browning
Granted I discovered this quote as I watched Anon on Netflix, but the quote struck a nerve on so many levels that I immediately had to find its origin. Upon finding the origin and reading around the quote, I discovered an entirely new meaning to it. I admit that my first thought was about celebrities and how they’ve no privacy whatsoever. Upon watching the film, it developed an entirely new meaning and I do recommend the film. Obviously, I’m no movie critic, but it is a psychological thriller set in the future. A future I hope never comes to be, for I found it to be absolutely dreadful. As if our privacy has not been invaded enough, the premise of this movie suggests that even our mere thoughts are opened to others. Not to mention our memories. You could have no more secrets…ever. Your eyes recording everything you see and do, only for that information to fall into the wrong hands. Trust me, I’ve given no spoilers about the movie. These are just things I thought about in conjunction with the film. About how life would be for the majority of us.
I think this quote relates to Second Life, as well. So many of us have made tragic mistakes or have been so hurt so brutally that we associate that pain with the avatar. How easily we can start anew. I’ve done that a few times in my earlier years in SL, but I’ve also grown from that and have become far too comfortable with my current avatar to ever consider starting again. I’ll own my mistakes and do my best to amend my behavior when I am wrong. I’ve grown to realize that some are too miserable within their own skin to forgive and forget. I let them go and forget them. They may hold onto their resentments and their toxicity for as long as they like, but they will have no hold over me. I cannot control what other do, feel, think, or believe, but for me, let there be an end to the controversy. I shall erase them from my lives and move forward, forgetting their very existence. If our paths shall pass in the future, they are no more than a stranger to me and will be treated as such.
I use songs in my blogs a lot. Sometimes its because I can’t find the words to say what I’m feeling, but some incredible musician has them already in a song. So, I borrow their words and talents to help express myself. Today, I’m going to share a song that means a great deal to me. It reminds me of a special person from my past. He was an amazing individual and loved me like no one else I’ve ever known. We couldn’t make it work, because his ignorance and stupidity drove me insane. I had no patience for it, but at the end of the day being in his arms was home. There was a passion in our relationship that can never be replicated. I destroyed him and now he’s dead. I will never forgive myself for what I did to him.
The song is Something I Can Never Have (still) by Nine Inch Nails. Mind you, this is the same man that made me hate AC/DC. Though now that he’s gone, for some reason, I tend to be more open to the older songs, especially the ones he played regularly on his electric guitar. Isn’t it strange how people can leave such a mark in our lives? I always thought we’d cross paths again someday, but it never happened. The last time I saw him was a confrontation at a gas station…he cried from the pain….I cried from the regret. I was a different person then. I was reckless and self-centered. Even with all his issues, for he was far from perfect, he did not deserve what I did to him. I will live with that shame for the rest of my life.
I’m a big profile perv. I love to see what people share, how they talk, or whether they’ve decided to keep it blank. Either way, I tend the find the 1st Life tab the most interesting, as so many will put something about keeping RL separate from SL. I assume they mean that they prefer to keep the details of their real lives a secret and quite possibly their second lives are a secret from those in their real lives, as well. However, I am always left wondering does anyone truly believe that its possible to keep them entirely separate?
Isn’t the real you the one typing on the keyboard? Isn’t every thought you share in SL coming from the brain (or lack there of) in your real life head? Don’t you dress to appeal to yourself? How is it possible to be so completely separate unless your entire existence here is a complete and total lie? Even then, you are bound to have a few honest thoughts slip through the cracks. Even a catfish tends to share some truths about themselves.
I suppose its not really important. It’s just something I wonder about from time to time and always makes me look at the people that write that as kind of odd. Why do you need to announce to the world that you’re keeping a secret? As a person with major trust issues, it tends to make me leery of them regardless of their intent and pull away.
I was talking to a friend on skype the other night as I was making myself a snack. I realized that the snack I was making was something I made up back in high school and have loved it ever since, but that its something most people would probably find rather odd. It got me to thinking about other odd things I eat, but believe me when I say…if I eat it? It’s tasty as fuck! Oh, what was the snack? Bite sized shredded wheat with melted butter, Worcestershire sauce, and seasoning salt, heated up in the microwave for like a minute. It’s kinda like chex mix without all the extra shit. People think the way I eat banana sandwiches is weird, too. I use mayonnaise (not that effing miracle whip crap) instead of peanut butter. I put classic Lay’s potato chips on peanut butter and jelly, and I use strawberry jelly, not grape. I like to mix cream cheese with chopped jalepenos and strawberry jelly, then dip Ritz crackers in it. These are not foods I made up while stoned either, but they’re damn sure delicious stoned or not.
I’m curious about weird things other people eat. If you feel so obliged, leave me a comment somewhere and share you odd snacks. Feel free to try the ones I mentioned and I just might try yours….unlesss it involves miracle whip…that’s nasty and its not happening.
Being a blogger, myself, I know how devastating and frustrating it can be when a blog post gets rejected. I don’t always agree with the reason, but regardless I respect the decision of the creator and their blog manager. I immediately set out to correct my mistake. Perhaps that’s because I prefer to maintain a certain integrity with my work, but I also know that they have the final say in the matter. Arguing with my blog managers will get me absolutely nowhere.
As a blog manager for four stores, my hands are often tied when it comes to rejecting posts. If the item for that store is not being showcased properly, I simply can’t accept it. Trust me when I say I absolutely hate rejecting posts, because I know how hard we all work on our blog photos and sometimes we’re quite proud of how they turned out. However, if I do reject a post, there’s nothing worse than that blogger coming at me to tell me how to do my job or running to the designer to complain about me. I have never rejected a post for personal reasons…EVER. Nor is it ever my intent to hurt a blogger’s feelings. I’d say that most bloggers understand and are usually apologetic. Like me, they rush off to correct the issue straight away.
*sighs* Every once in a while though, I have bloggers get far too defensive and thus begins their attack. I’ve had bloggers threaten to quit if I’m not fired. That NEVER works, but it does amuse me….especially when none of them have ever quit like they threatened to. I recently had a blogger IM me inworld just to tell me that I was an idiot and there was absolutely nothing wrong with their post and they would NOT be doing it over. Sadly, that just means she’s going to lose her spot as a blogger in time. I know none of us are perfect and that’s why I try my hardest to be gentle when explaining why I have to reject a post.
Something for bloggers to remember when they argue with their blog managers or creators is that we often know other designers and blog managers. We talk. We share horror stories. So whenever a blogger makes a scene with a creator or a blog manager, word gets around and it becomes increasingly harder for that blogger to be taken on by other stores. So, to my fellow bloggers I say, “Don’t take it so personally.” We obviously liked you enough to bring you on as a blogger. The fact that one or two posts weren’t up to par, doesn’t mean we don’t like you. It doesn’t mean that we doubt your talents or abilities, it simply means that we need something that wasn’t done with that particular post. Please, don’t shoot the messenger, attack blog managers/designers, simply fix the issue and resubmit. Take responsibility for your mistake and learn from it. If you honestly do not have time to fix the issue, then you’ve probably got too much on your plate and should cut back.
“C’mere, I want to tell you something,” she said as she crawled across the bed towards him. She curled her finger to motion him closer. As he moved closer, thinking he was about to get a kiss, she whispered, “I don’t give a fuck.”
He stood up, a look of shock washed over his face, “What the…”
She laughed, stood up and grabbed her purse and phone.
He was thoroughly confused as she walked out the door, until he walked around to the side of the bed she’d been standing on and saw two condom wrappers on the floor.
So, recently, my friend Alvie posted a broad question to Facebook asking if other people got transported to a memory instantaneously by a certain song. Of course, I think that must be true for almost everyone, right? Well, some songs bring good memories, some sad, and some traumatic. For me, “Stand By Me” has always been a trigger to a traumatic memory. Its hard to be so turned off by such a popular song, however, I have finally found the cover of it that not only do I love the cover, but I can actually enjoy the song for the first time in 30yrs. I’ve tossed the link at the bottom of the page. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do now. ♥
So, it’s been a few years since I started a year single and I have to say that its definitely been interesting. I’ve had a variety of people approach me. I’ve gotten to the point where I just ask them some basic questions so I know where to file these people. Let’s face it, first impressions are a bitch. It’s actually really strange, because I’m quickly figuring out that I don’t have time for a relationship. I’ve met guys that can’t carry a conversation to save their lives. I’ve met guys that are far far far too young for me. I’m sorry, but age is more than a number and I know that to be true from my own experiences. I’ve met guys that tell me straight out, they want a fuck buddy or booty call. *laughs* While I appreciate them cutting to the chase with me, it tends to make me giggle. I have two mottos:
1. I do what I want.
2. So goes life.
So, ready or not, I’m hitting the grid with no agendas. I love talking to new people, but I don’t necessarily mesh with everyone. You just might run into bouncing around the grid from time to time, don’t be afraid to say hi….I only murder innocent people. And no, I’m not gonna fuck you just cuz you got cute pixels, but I might take your picture. *winks*
Ready or not, here I come, you can’t hide Gonna find you and take it slowly You can’t run away From these styles I got, oh baby, hey baby Cause I got a lot, oh yeah And anywhere you go My whole crew’s gonna know baby, hey baby
I hate riding bicycles. Who decided that seat was a good idea? That thing presses against my snatch and pushes my panties up my ass. It sucks and I refuse to do it. However, I can’t help but hear this one song whenever I see a bicycle. *giggles* I just put the link at the bottom of the page.