Facebook fame!

Facebook.

Nothing more than a social networking site. There are no privacy or secret sects online.

Every day I awake to status’s about facebook costing scams and ways to protect our postings.

The way to protect this is to not air dirty laundry and share our inner struggles. To not encourage personal opinion or debate… unless of course, you can deal with the perceptive response.

Simple.

To post about our deepest fears or things we state we want to be kept ‘private’ is ridiculous on an international social networking site. It seems pretty obvious that these status’s are begging for attention.

As a human race, we are not all objective and we do not all agree on the same view. We are diverse. Everybody has an agenda. Life is not full of sweet smelling roses.

There are things that Facebook does not need to know. Some things are meant for ourselves, our close ones and our families.

From a newsfeed perspective, it definitely makes fun reading, however, I fear that the writer does not always realise that laughter is not always with them but unfortunately, against them.

I find it sad that we all find amusement with these unaware posters. Instead we need to point out the distasteful angle. I hate seeing posts and biting my lip in concern.

I love Facebook personally. I love sharing news and photos with friends and family.

Facebook can be amazing. We simply need to stay in control.

Just saying 😆:);)

The mind of a deep thinker…or complete rubbish…it is all down to interpretation and perception…

Pretend play and venomous cretins

Love is a complex conundrum. It is a paradox of tranquillity and also hazards. It is amazing. It is hellish.

It is also special. It is meaningful, and it is between two people. A big slushy mash of red hot softness, quilted in red bows and freshness. So what about when someone else pushes into the mix? Aims to tarnish the heaven and solitude which we create.

I can see the nods. The gritted teeth. The exasperated sighs. Unsurprisingly, we are not astounded by this. It becomes normalised. There is always a poison or a viper within the midst.

Usually encouraged by the realm of social media, and the shadows of the Internet.

We have all experienced this. I know I have. That person who makes us want to revert to that sulky child and tantrum with pure frustration. The one who confirms our sadistic side, and torturous thoughts. We have to fight to keep our lady persona. Are you feeling me?

It is crazy how we question ourselves. How we notice our personality weaknesses and fight those angry jealous demons, yet in reality, we are simply protecting our truth. Our created world. The problem is not us. It is the world. When did it become ok to be sly? To be devious. To lie and to cheat? To intentionally aim to break…crush…crack..and ruin.

What has happened to our values? Our morals? Even our self respect and ongoing dignity?

The ones of us which are left holding ours are also left with the bad and sour taste in our mouths.  However why should we spit venom? Ruin our rose tinted perception. Instead we should consider the reality of the situation and smirk at the pathetic attempts to sting us.

Social media is not real. It is pretend play. Real for some but for others it is simply an attempt to recreate a life that is not flavoursome and full.

Unfortunately this breeds a new spawn. People who are so full of envy, need and moulded self assurance, that they become narcissistic and simply sad.

We know the type. Long statuses about the turmoil of life, airing highly personal innuendos across a news feed, and those highly amusing sexualised selfies! Enough said.

These are the same people who we dread becoming involved in our relationships. We almost breathe a sigh of relief when we see it happening to someone else (yes self awareness there!) and then a photo appears….A comment…an innuendo….and the snake bites.

The best way to deal with a snake? Cut out its tongue. Remove its poison sac.

We can only be poisoned if we let ourselves be stung. If we sit in the target area.

Instead let’s sit on the side lines and piss ourselves laughing, then get back to living our reality and leave behind the fabrications of online existence 😉

We win.

The mind of a deep thinker…or complete rubbish…it is all down to interpretation and perception…

Soap box, labelling, and opinionated defiance

I am going to stand on my soap box and preach.

I feel the need to vent, and you, my blogging peers, get the honour of hearing my complaints :p

I hate the word ‘diagnosis’. It is simply a definition of ‘label’. Furthermore it excuses mannerism and basic human compassion. It breeds patronising behaviour, and honours rigid thinking.

I work with people who are diagnosed, and people who are presumed diagnosed. These people are simply people WITH an added condition. They are NOT a condition. Nor should they be known by it.

Autistic

Manic depressive

Schizophrenic

Seriously? These individuals have the diagnosis. They are not the illness.

I also hate the way that a diagnosis appears to infringe on basic etiquette and human decency. The label seems to encourage people to disregard rudeness and minimise their individual opinions.

I observe people talking over individuals, talking about them as if they were not in the vicinity, and demoralising them. The ignorance is amazing.

So I will quietly stand down from my soap box now, but I will remain aghast that our knowledgeable and developing society is so prehistoric that prejudice and discrimination continues to breed. Personally I think it says more about the people than the ones diagnosed.

Maybe they need a diagnosis of ignorance and uneducated stance, or a lesson in respect, dignity, and humanity.

Just saying 🙂

The mind of a deep thinker…or complete rubbish…it is all down to interpretation and perception…