So I guess that Facebook actually has a use. It’s the place where I would normally go to give family and friends updates on my immediate family’s health. Except I’m mad at FB, and I refuse to post anything right now.
So I come here. Except this is entirely too public, and at the same time, does not hit the right audience. Even though family would, in theory, have access to it, none of them do.
So I have to sit on my news, because of the public nature of this particular platform.
But if you’re the praying type, my family needs prayers.
That is all.
It’s humid. I dislike humidity.
I got my first postcard from a postcard exchange I’m participating in. Man, I love Real Mail. When I have a large enough audience, I am most looking forward to setting up a post office box where people can send letters, postcards, and greeting cards, because I LOVE real mail.
People are stupid.
When I say “people are stupid” I don’t usually mean the people who can hear me talking. I am not the type to accuse someone I don’t know of their stupidity when they’re still within hearing distance because I’m honestly afraid of someone yelling at me in return for calling them out on things, and also because I know I’m often stupid, and I wouldn’t like someone to do that to me.
I mean I think Disney World in FL should not reopen.
I mean I think people aren’t taking social distancing and wearing masks seriously, and a lot of people are going to get sick and die, get sick and have to deal with lifetime complications from COVID-19, and almost worse of all, get sick with a mild case and then tell everyone how it’s not so bad and that we “need” to share that not everyone gets super sick and the underlying message is not “I behaved irresponsibly and perhaps exposed multiple people to a disease that some people get and die from” but rather “eh, it’s okay, you probably won’t get that sick lolz all my friends got it too”.
I mean I think our current President of the United States is dangerous, unintelligent, abusive, crude, lying sack of crap.
People are stupid.
I’m so hungry. Lunch.
I’m so very tired of all the negativity showing up on my Facebook and Twitter feeds. But I like posting on those sites (even though recently I deleted all my Facebook posts and currently staunchly refuse to post anything new there). But the negativity, the anger, the rage, the hatred is draining what little energy I manage to wrangle.
But I have this.
I’m going to start a post (maybe not this one) and just update it throughout the day to publish possibly at the start of the next one. To collect all the thoughts I’d thought I’d wanted to share on Twitter, or something, and see how it goes.
If it turns out just to be a lot of complaining, though, it’s never going to see the light of day.
Who needs that? I don’t need to see it, that’s certain.
Despite the fact that the writing project I had intended to dive into this month has just flat-out failed, I can still make my fingers produce over 1,000 words in about 10 minutes.
So there’s that.
This isn’t the writing I thought I’d be doing when I opened the Chromebook but oh well.
I came close to making a video today. I sat in the car while the rain died down and I picked up my camera (phone) and looked at myself on the screen.
Then I put the phone down and came inside, because the rain had let up and I needed to get my computer inside while it was dry. And also because I didn’t know what to say.
But I nearly recorded another video. Very nearly.
ETA: I know nobody likes to hear this, but this is my blog.
I hate my fucking story the words are fucking stupid why did I think this year would be different I give up.