So Tired of Arguing With Facebook Trolls

What is it about Facebook that brings out the snarky people, the nasty people, the insulting people who troll your feed and never have anything positive or uplifting to say?

I am so sick of arguing with people over politics and religion. If I post it on my Facebook wall and you do not like it, go to your own wall and vent all you like. But if you pick a fight with me on my wall, act like an ass and threaten me, I will probably delete and block you.

My wall. My rules. And my opinions are my own – not for you to approve nor argue with.

One Unspayed Cat Becomes 36 Cats in Only 16 Months

graphic showing cat population explosion

This graphic demonstrated how important it is to spay and neuter pets. One cat has four kittens, then those kittens have kittens. One unspayed cat becomes 36 cats in only 16 months. This is why getting pets spayed and neutered is so important. Millions of unwanted cats and dogs are killed or suffering. Please do your part to control the population and reduce this population problem.

When Even Happy Birthday is Too Much Effort

Years ago I worked for a guy who’s birthday was exactly 1 week before mine. Even a third grader can figure out that 1 week equals 7 days and if your birthday falls on the 4th of the month, then mine falls on the 11th of the month.

The whole 5 years that I worked there we all made a big deal about recognizing my boss on his birthday – we hung streamers and balloons in his office, bought a bakery cake and put the right number of candles on it, and gathered in his office on his birthday to sing happy birthday to him and share the cake.

Then, 1 week later, the same celebration was for me. My employees decorated my office, they each threw in a couple of bucks and bought me a big sheet cake – but they had to guess at the number of candles, because I would not ever reveal my actual age – and we knocked off a half hour early for a little party – to which my boss was invited and attended.

After I left that hell hole for a much better position with a career path and big bump in salary, my old boss copped quite an attitude toward me. He acted like I was a traitor for leaving the company, even though I did everything I could to find a way to stay, I picked my successor and trained him thoroughly, and I made myself available by phone for questions for over a month.

Ever since I left, I have sent a birthday card or Facebook greeting to my old boss, wishing him well. But he has never reciprocated nor even thanked me directly for what I did for him. So, after all these years, I quit. I am not going to continue to try to keep a friendship alive that he cares about so little that he cannot even wish me a happy birthday.

I am sure he thinks in his own mind that he deserves all the attention and hoopla and that his lack of reciprocation is OK because he is an executive at the company. Well, it is not OK.

It only takes 10 seconds to post happy birthday on someone’s Facebook wall and Facebook tells you that it is their birthday and give you a link to their wall. If that is too much effort for him, then it is too much effort for me, as well.

No more Happy Birthdays for you, Michael Peacock. You sucked as a friend all these years and I’m done with being the only one who makes an effort to keep the friendship alive. You don’t deserve me.

Cannot Believe I am Bored

Even with the internet and cable TV, I am bored today. I can’t believe it and almost never admit that I am bored. There are a lot of things I SHOULD be doing today, but I have no motivation. I’m not sure that is the correct definition for bored or not.

Two weeks ago I got the new Playstation 4 and two games for it. I bought Call of Duty Ghosts, of course, but on the advice of several gaming friends I also bought a game called Battlefield. I have to say that CoD is great, but I think I like Battlefield better. It is hard to say why I like one game over the other. Some people like Coke and some like Pepsi – ask them why and they can’t really tell you. It is NOT because I am winning more on one. In fact, it might be the opposite reason – I find it more difficult and challenging to last long in the Battlefield game.

But I have had my fill of the PS4 today and after checking Facebook, I am sitting here wondering what to do next. I don’t want to watch football and I could care less about the Golden Globes Awards show. So, I’m not sure what to do with myself for a couple of hours tonight. I’m tired of being in the house, tired of feeling cooped up, tired of sitting on my butt. But what can I do on a Sunday night after dark?

Its All Fun and Games Until Somebody Gets Mad

Some of my Facebook friends are people I added specifically because they engage in lively conversation and debates. Most of the time people on their threads make their point with manners and facts – and sometimes humor.

When I have a lively discussion, I enforce a few basic rules. No name calling, no threats, and no vulgar words. That can be hard to do when you are in a heated exchange with someone, and especially hard when you don’t know the other person/people beyond a profile photo or avatar. It is easy to hide behind the anonymity of the internet.

Humor can be tricky, especially when you are typing and not talking. There is no sarcasm font. You can’t tell by someone’s tone of voice or facial expression if they are kidding or seriously, upset or just jerking your chain. I try to be careful in using humor, because it is all fun and games until somebody gets mad. And I don’t really want to have someone mad at me over a Facebook post.

One of my gripes about Facebook is that they insisted that you use your real name when you created a free account. That has it’s upside and it’s downside. It was easy to find people that I really do know and wanted to reconnect with. But there are some people who I don’t really want to associate with anymore – like a couple of former employers and ex-girlfriends. But I see names all day long that I know are fake or adulterated. I don’t understand why they feel they have to alter their names to be on Facebook. If they want to play anonymously, there are plenty of forums and chat rooms where they can go and use a screen name.

Facebook is supposed to be real – why ruin it?

A Thousand Pens

Cleaning out all the clutter from various rooms in the house, I dedicated a shoebox to all the pens that I came across this past week. I found pens scattered all over the house – in drawers, on dressers, by the phone, in the bathroom, even! The shoebox is totally full now, heaped over the top with pens, in all shapes, sizes and colors. I hardly ever use a pen or pencil to write anything these days – I type everything. But once in a while I need to write something on a shopping list or sign a letter and then I need a pen.

I wanted to fill out a deposit slip for my bank and needed a pen, so I went to the shoebox of pens I had collected and took one out. I scribbled on a scrap piece of paper to get the ink flowing, but nothing came out. So I threw that one in the trash and went back to the shoebox to get a different pen. I scribbled with that one to get the ink flowing and again – nothing came out. So, again I threw away that pen and went back to the shoebox. I mean, WTF?

The third pen I picked from the shoebox didn’t write, either. Now I was getting mad. I sat down with a pad of paper and started going through the pens in the shoebox, scribbling with each one to see if it would write. If it didn’t write, into the trash can it went. I must have spent a good 20 minutes scribbling with pens and throwing out the ones that had dried out or run out of ink.

A thousand pens and nothing to write with. It makes me wonder why the pens were not tossed out when someone discovered they weren’t working in the first place, instead of just setting them down wherever and leaving them laying around. This would have been a great task for a kid to do for me. I wish I had thought of that before I wasted a half hour scribbling with pens to finally find one that would write.

Internet Trolls are a Nuisance

graphic do not feed the trolls

Do not feed the internet trolls and they will go away. Social media has started bringing out the worst in people. Trolls will stalk people, make rude or insulting comments, and just bully or bother people for the sake of getting attention.

Trolls are especially fond of the popular social media sites like Facebook and Twitter, where their audience can grow to hundreds or even thousands of people to insult or annoy. If you don’t react to the trolls, they don’t get the attention they are craving. Without attention, the trolls soon get bored and drift away to bother someone else. So remember this the next time a troll starts arguing with you – don’t feed them!

In a Bad Mood Today

Back when I was a kid, my mother used to say that sometimes I “woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” I was grumpy when I first woke up, and grumpy through breakfast, and still grumpy when I left the house in the morning for school. She pretty much just made sure that I did the basics of getting dressed, brushing my teeth, combing my hair, and otherwise left me alone on those mornings. With all of us kids running around in the morning, she did a pretty good job parenting to get us all dressed, fed and dispatched on time.

I don’t know why I sometimes wake up in a bad mood, but I am in a bad mood today. Even a second cup of coffee did not clear the cobwebs and the scowl on my face. Last night was nothing out of the ordinary, but when the alarm clock sounded at 5:30 am, I REALLY did not want to get up and deal with the day ahead. Usually a good cup of coffee will take the edge off, but this morning it didn’t help one bit. I tried a second cup – no help.

On days like this, it is best for people to just give me a wide berth. Don’t ask me what is wrong. Don’t try to cheer me up. Just leave me alone. I’ll work it out and get over it eventually.

Street Art or Graffiti?

Cruising through some blogs that my friends write, I came across a cute picture of a mouse painted on a curb and what April calls, “street art.” I have to admit that the drawing is well done, the scene is whimsical and cute, but it is drawn or painted on the curb of a public street. So my question to you is, do you consider this street art or graffiti? And if it is graffiti, should it be removed?

If it is considered public property, you or anybody else do not have the right to damage it. Some people will certainly consider painting or drawing on curbs and sidewalks to be destructive. That is why we have laws against graffiti. And who is to say what is art and what is not? Suppose someone painted horrible symbols and pictures of guts or something and calls that art?

I say, you must have community standards but there needs to be an allowance for creativity and the unexpected. We cannot just make laws and rules and policies that can encompass every single possibility for future actions. The government does not have to be a tightass when it comes to little things like the mouse painted on the curb. It’s relatively harmless and if the people who live nearby and have to look at it every day like, then leave it alone.

In this case, my friend, April Michele calls it “clever street art” and I agree with her. It’s curt, it’s not really hurting anything, and unless you have complaints lodged by the immediate neighbors, leave it alone. It does not matter to me if a stranger passing by painted it or if the homeowners painted it themselves or even if they hired someone to paint it for them. It’s not graffiti.

Leash Laws Mean ALL Dogs – Even Yours!!!

When you live in the city or in a developed suburb, you should certainly know that in today’s world every community has leash laws. This means that dogs outside of the home are supposed to be kept on a leash so they can be controlled at all times. Even if you have your dog in your front yard, unless it is on a leash, you cannot be sure that something or someone will excite the dog into running into the street or across other people’s yards, and worse, possibly attacking someone.

Leash laws mean that every dog should be on a leash when outdoors. Even yours. And I do hope my neighbors are reading this, because I am sick of other people’s dogs running down the street and getting into fights with my dogs. My dogs are on a leash and are not looking for a fight. We are just going for a walk. It would be nice if we could walk down our own street without being attacked. i don’t blame the other dogs – I blame their irresponsible owners for not having their dogs on a leash.