…is supposed to herald a time of love for all. If press reports are anything to go on though, hearts appear to be hardening, and not just for Pakistan right now.
One OF (online friend) comments "the time when it’s every person for themselves will come soon enough" - and I am inclined to agree. Itīs not that my heart has hardened, it wonīt, but I am ever conscious of lifeīs increasing imbalances on multiple levels. * Social networking works best if people communicate equally. Yet, wearing my observerīs hat, the internet appears to be peopled with those who thrive on one-sided relationships. They want you to like them, to share their links, to comment on their posts, or re-tweet their words, but very few actually reciprocate.
There are those who want people to remember their birthdays, but almost never remember yours or choose to ignore it. One actually thanked every other greeter individually - except me! Charming. Soon removed my greeting, and am now disinclined to be supportive in other respects. Why bother if even the smallest courtesies are withheld?
Small-minded of me or had enough? Probably a bit of both.
Then there are those who put you on a Limited Profile (in Facebook) while having the run of your own page. Unfriendly at best and bloody rude at worst.
A recently discovered relative also put me on Limited Profile, to stop spam being posted on his wall, he said, though it was not accorded to all. I gave him the opportunity to put it right, granting him the courtesy of a message first. Instead he decided to take the hump. So I put him on a Limited Profile as well, so he could see how unfriendly it was. His response? To unfriend me.
Phew! Thank God for that! As I already have one tiresome relative, I sure as hell donīt want any more, especially one I donīt actually know. But that kind of behaviour is par for the course in the webīs social world, it seems. Why?
Another relative chose to FB friend my niece but neither her parents nor me. Weird, eh?
I can understand people getting annoyed with their newsfeed getting filled up with too many updates from one person (ie me!) - itīs one of the reasons I have been blogging less often these days.
I also try and keep my twitter feed down for the same reason, although that did not stop one guy I call a friend from unfollowing me. Since he only follows about ten people, it was inevitable heīd see mostly my tweets. But a word to the wise would have been welcome. Instead, I returned the unfollow.
…are, seemingly, all homo - at least according to many super loud internet jabberers. (`Keyboard warriorsī, as one KW opined.) Even Dr Who, when I last watched it, had a sexual sub-text. Yet I wanted to see if there was anything metaphysical to learn.
Merlin, which I still like watching, just about, is also being blackened by their sodomic view of the world. Why canīt men just be allowed to be friends with other men, without endless sexual overtones?
I fell asleep being bored by Sherlock, watched it again on iPlayer, as Twitterville opined it was the bees knees - and risked being bored asleep again ... this time in the morning! And least said about the almost constant homo comments. Enough is enough.
Itīs bad enough that religious beliefs and institutions are being undermined for the sake of sexual gratification. Perhaps that is the reason the Bible saw fit to mention it?
Maybe I feel this way because defecating seems a bit spiritually unevolved (as Iīve mentioned before). To choose the same channel as a method of sexual gratification, to me, then puts it even lower down the spiritual evolutionary chain. * Okay, so Iīve wanted to write that for ages. Someone on LinkedIn asked for bloggers with more than 1000 posts. With this and floreo.org, I have probably gone over it as I used to post at least once a day. Now, with more people commenting, though not in the expected place (ie here!), I have found myself curiously reluctant to say things I felt freely able to before.
…from my scalp and face moving down to my neck and throat is intriguing - and far easier to manage. A cold flannel on the back of the neck is also not as nutty as one on top of the head!
Exercise is also supposed to bring down head heat, but, as I donīt exercise enough, I bought one of those cut-off pedal exercisers from Amazon to put under my desk - pedalling while I work!
Banging my knees on the metal pull-out tray has meant stretched arms while typing though, especially if any speed is involved. Still, if itīs aiding re-flow of energy, itīs a price worth paying.
Later: (Discovered a patch of charcoal dust under my desk which required yet another work detour to clean…) * You know, I always used to wonder why Ma rarely wore coats or felt the cold. I think she did, but also had excess heat - as Chinese doctors would say. Iīm so glad that is another trial she is released from but what of little children, with their bright red faces, unable to release heat through sweating? Poor little mites. * The National Archives have opened up their files on UFOs, a topic on which I am open-minded, never having seen any aliens - bar the `humanī variety (sic).
Googling for more on Sir Peter Horsley, I found the abovetopsecretsī site but found myself distracted by part of the description of the Boston Brakes, as the car swerving sounded so like my own experience though I was going at under 30mph. * Meanwhile: neighbour E, who had difficulty breathing a couple of weeks ago, is back to her sharp-tongued best. When I mentioned the front hazelnut tree being coppiced, she retorted `I donīt expect youīre going to cut down the tree at the back?ī No, I replied. ‘Thought not.ī And went in.
Firstly, the tree is a protected species, according to the local council but, more to the point, which I ALWAYS never say to her, she grows the most UN-neighbourly plants ever - like mint, ivy and Bachelorīs Buttons - which all invade my garden and are hellish to get rid of.
I really must remember to tell that to the old bat next time she thinks I am only here for her personal comfort and gratification! * Which reminds me: the neighbour who gets uppity about the car space outside her house has allowed a bordering hedge to grow across a communal path and it now hogs half of it! I really ought to be brave enough to tell her but am not.
…is supposed to herald a time of love for all. If press reports are anything to go on though, hearts appear to be hardening, and not just for Pakistan right now. 
…are, seemingly, all homo - at least according to many super loud internet jabberers. (`Keyboard warriorsī, as one KW opined.) Even 
…from my scalp and face moving down to my neck and throat is intriguing - and far easier to manage. A cold flannel on the back of the neck is also not as nutty as one on top of the head!
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