Overshare Overload

Hello again lovelies. Oh, how I've missed you. My deliberate extended absence has not been without great reason. As many of you know, from personal experience (sadly), the battle of depression is seemingly insurmountable sometimes. I feel like David trying to slay Goliath. If you've read any of my entries, you know that my personal battle has been all-encompassing at times. I'm nowhere near where I should be psychologically but I really think that NOT writing is contributing to my depression. Having shared that, I want to also share that my prolonged absence has had more to do with the obscene amount of oversharing on these social networking sites. I've always used my online profiles to try to highlight the ironic, wittier sides of my personality. I use my blog entries to (hopefully) dump my pathetic negativity to reemerge a better, more grounded person. 😊 However, I've noticed that others use their Facebook, Twitter, (Insert your favorite social networking site here), to announce every little (or big) life event and it's getting kinda...well, weird. Is it just me or is using your social media page to announce a death, break-up, argument, meal or latte getting to be a bit much? Maybe it’s just me. 😟 I just don't get it and it's been so overwhelming that it's sent me scurrying back into the forest. Sure, you can do with your profile what you wish but as an outsider, it sure can be a excessive. Let me give you a few examples using current events (because I'm a bona fide news junkie).

Most self-respecting, working class people know that you shouldn't make fun of the people you work with, and post it to a social media site. Well, most people, except for these idiots. Yeah, good luck with that job search.
 

Here's a tip for the lowly thieves out there: If you steal someone's phone, make sure you don't use it to post a picture of yourself on the owner's Facebook page. Dummy. 😑
 

 I was young once and I've made more than a few of my share of mistakes. I am proud to say that I was the kind of teenager that would never succumb to peer pressure in order to demean, hurt or objectify anyone. However, if I was that "young and dumb" teen, I'd STILL be smart enough to not film myself doing it, send it to my friends and then upload it to YouTube. These are the youth slotted to lead us into the future? Sad...and disturbing.

 

There was a time in my life when I struggled with anger issues. I'm not proud of it but there have even been times when I've been mad enough to kill. Thankfully, I've never actually committed that particular crime. (Don’t ask. ) I know hindsight is 20/20 and I'm not that angry person anymore. However, I'm relatively sure that if I ever had killed someone, my first thought would NOT be to snap a picture of the body, upload it to my Facebook timeline and update my status to let my FB friends know that I'm going to prison or getting the death penalty. Seriously? There are people out there that believe that their Facebook friends are more important than murdering someone? I find it to be a sad commentary on the people of the 21st century but I'm sure the prosecutors are more than pleased.

Please note: Twitter is not the place to engagement in an argument, spew hate, filth and bigotry...especially if you're over the age of 10. Trolls!
 

I remember bullies in school. I've gotten into more than my share of physical fights in school. In fact, I had a fight in school in every grade except for my senior year of high school. I didn't carry that rage or hurt into adulthood but this is the Social Media Age. Social media makes growing up a whole different ball game. Cyber-bullying is a real thing. So real, it can lead to people taking their own lives. It's easy to say "These kids today are just soft. We coddle too much." And there are cases where ignorant, lazy, absentee parents "raise" ignorant, lazy, emotionally-absent folks that poison our society. But there are cases when bullying/ cyber-bullying can be constant, chronic torment on a young person whose mind isn't fully developed yet. I can't imagine what kind of hell that must be for someone. Sadly, some of you can.  Even sadder, some of you have. Saddest, some leave clear messages that their end is near.
 

Okay, enough with this dark stuff. I guess I just want to state that all of your business, isn't everyone else's business. In words of the great gospel anthem "keep yo business off of Facebook". Amen.
 

Lastly, share what you want but just know, the minute you upload, post or 'status update', it's out there forever. Lightly, sometimes "over-sharing" can be fun…especially, when you're watching this guy.

 °Click on the links in each section for more. Wait out the ads, it'll be worth it.

 

Reference credit:

CNN.com

MSN.com

Bing.com

NBCNews.com

Gawker.com

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World Wipe-Out

It's "blog therapy" time again, folks. 💻 It's sad when the highlight of the last couple of months, is a high-octane, bird-flipping, profanity-filled, stunt-driving road rage incident with some douche that thought he could out drive me. 😡 (Yeah, right. 🙄) I don't know what it says about my personality but I enjoyed it more than all that hot, steamy sex 😏 I'm not having. 😪 With so much tragedy happening all around us, it's hard to complain about my skimpy, little life issues. On the other hand, if I didn't use my blog to bitch about MY pitiful problems, I'd be one miserable person to the rest of the world. And what a world we live in. 🌎 Whether it be murderous plot, terrorist attack or natural disaster, it seems a huge gamble to step outside the cozy confines of your own little worlds. 🧍🏾‍♀️ Even then, there's no guarantee that someone or something won't barge in and invade that too. 😠 No place is truly safe and that's truly terrifying. It's like a never ending game of high stakes poker with your very life at stake.♠️♥️♣️♦️ Knife-wielding narcissist, Boston bombings, West woes, Castro captives, broken Bangladeshi buildings, multiple murders,  aggravated acid attacks,  terrible twisters and way too many other tragedies to name in one entry. ☹  I just don't understand this world sometimes. 😦 I guess if I did, there would be nothing to learn and grow from. Besides, with so much pain, death and destruction around me, I really shouldn't complain about my fairly comfortable life...so I won't. In fact, I kinda feel like things are starting to get better for me. I've laid off the sauce even more lately and have been rewarded with a little less "beer belly bloat"  🍺 (Fact Check: Actually, I don't drink beer, I drink wine🍷, but "wine belly bloat" didn't have the same ring to it 🙃). I'm even feeling more confident about my formally fractured smile. 🤨 While I'm still somewhat of a cell phone📱/social media💻/e-mail📧 hermit, I did manage to put on some make-up & go meet up with friends last weekend. It'd been so long since I'd been out socially, I almost forgot how to apply make-up.😳 Me, who's make-up style icon is RuPaul! 💋 It was okay though, it was like riding a bike, it all came back to me. 💄 I almost miss the night life, almost. Frankly, I wasn't too excited to go out after so long but I actually enjoyed myself. 😁 Who knew? It was that very act of joining society again that made me realize that I'm a living, breathing part of this world, no matter how fractured and frightening it can be sometimes. 😲 I can't just lay in bed, drink incessantly, feel sorry for myself & close myself off from rest the world and expect life to suddenly be perfect with no effort from me. 😶 As cliché as it may sound, making my world better starts with me. ☝🏾 The ironic thing is, to make this world a better place, we have to acknowledge and accept that horrible people and events exist. 😓 Turning a blind eye to the world's atrocities doesn’t make them go away. 🤬 The things I've seen in my lifetime are truly unbelievable and wouldn't hardly make a plausible movie plot. 🎟 But in times of crisis, we need to band together, love each other and realize that we're all cosmically connected. It is the way of The Universe. 🌌 Okay, now that I've gotten my "hippy chick" sentiments out of the way, we can wrap this up with the moral of the story; know what's happening in the whole, wide world around you, not just your little corner of it. 🤏🏾 Somewhere, someone has it worse off than you. Count your blessings. 🙏🏾  Spend your time wisely. $ ⏳ And most importantly, don't crap out. 🎲 See what I did there? 😉  I don't know where all these gambling references are coming from but I hope I haven't just replaced my alcohol addiction with a gambling addiction. 🤑 In the words of the great, recently-released Wesley Snipes, from the movie Passenger 57♣️♠️; "Always bet on black". 👍🏾 I know that quote doesn't really go with this entry but I've always loved that line.  

 

 Click on the blue links above for unbelievable, true stories. Sources: CNN.com and MSN.com
"Always Bet on Black" Passenger 57, 1992. Source: YouTube.com 

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Teeth Grief

Oh boy, where do I begin? 😒  Until this day, the rollercoaster ride that is my life has all but made me a cat-collecting, hoarding hermit. 😟 Truth is, I let things spin out of control and I didn't know how to get myself back on track. 😥 I worried a little too much, got a little too depressed, popped a few too many pills and drank WAY too much. 🍷🍺 All of these pressure points lead me to the perfect storm of injuries that lead to my third dental surgery, completed just yesterday. 😷 I have another scheduled for early next year but I've pretty much gotten my cartoonish smile back to "normal" 😬 (for me).  Next year, I plan to go even further and make my smile absolutely perfect, which I've never had before. 😶 Hell, I think I'm due to have something in life that's perfect. Yes, I blew my face out, graphically & violently busted my bottom lip and almost lost four of my front teeth 😃but I'm still kicking. In fact, I still have a few tiny tooth fragments, perhaps permanently, lodged in my bottom lip. 👄 My room was covered in as much as blood as my "Bedroom of Blood"¹ incident/ episode.🩸Thankfully, My mom happened to be spending the night that night, which is the only reason my sister didn't check herself into a mental institution after witnessing such bloody carnage. 🩸I royally messed her up mentally. 😵 Now, even on TV or in movies, she can't stand to see any mouth/tooth related injuries.  I guess I don't blame her...that was pretty wicked. You'd think after my blood-bath of an injury last year, that left me without a fully functioning right hand, I would have had enough. 😞 Hey, I'm no quitter...even if it involves loss of LOTS of my blood! 🩸 (Just kidding Sis! ) Seriously, there's nothing more sobering than possibly going through life with a snaggle-toothed smile. Thanks to God's good grace, excellent dental insurance and the best dentist and oral surgeon in the business, you probably wouldn't be able to tell the severe oral trauma I'd been through recently unless I told you. 😁  As three doctors have told me, I have a long road to full recovery and I'm ready for it. 💓  My own personal emotional neglect lead me to this place.  I can blame no one but myself. 😭 Considering what I've put my body through in recent months (and years), I really have come through this ordeal pretty much unscathed. However, the physical injuries are nowhere near as horrific as the mental and emotional ones. 💔 I was, and am, ashamed of how I'd been conducting my life.😐 That's one reason I'd all but abandoned all social media and blogging relief. 💻 I haven't checked my personal e-mail or Facebook messages in weeks, if not months. I just didn't want to face anything or anybody until I felt stronger. 😑 I didn't want to face what a mess I could've made of things and how much I'd already put my family through. 😢 Who wants to be reminded of what a reckless dumb azz they'd been behaving as? 😟 But here I am, healing, humbled and happy to be given another chance to do things better. I'm not 100% there yet but I'm trying. All I can do is take it day by day.😐 I'm not quite ready to look at the pictures of myself from that night yet, and I really haven't been looking forward to writing this but it's time to pay the piper by accepting my missteps. 😔 Trust me, swallowing my shame is a lot easier than swallowing 3 ounces of blood and a few tiny tooth fragments. 🦷

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Bedroom of Blood"¹ 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yzu4c9_J2Aw 

 

 

 

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Here Comes Honey Doo Doo

First entry 2013!  Woo-Hoo!

For me, well written blogs are meant to provoke deep thought and emotion. In my opinion, intelligent blog entries are meant to impart wisdom. Yeah, well, this won't be that entry. Alas, just when I found myself in the precarious position of wanting to blog, with nothing in particular to blog about, inspiration suddenly arrives...and not the welcome sort. Wait, let me back up. Anyone that knows me, knows I only write when I'm inspired; glad, sad or mad. Don't laugh but for quite a few months now, the only thing I've been truly inspired (and obsessed) by, is The Learning Channel's show "Here Comes Honey Boo Boo". The show is relatively new but I discovered little 6 year old Alana Thompson aka Honey Boo Boo, several months before she landed her own show. On that other show, she was so funny to me that I'd actually taped her interview excerpts, just to show Sis (and keep myself in stitches when I needed a good laugh).  Honey Boo Boo is a complete hoot!  Heck, President Obama even mentioned her in one of his speeches. That family and the show gets a lot of flak for being trashy° but for those of us that actually watch the show, you can clearly see that there's a lot genuine love and acceptance for one another. In an age where reality murder shows are in abundance, it's nice to see a regular family having fun and loving one another.  It also helps that the producers of the show provide subtitles, given the family's deeply southern version of "English".

I hate to type this, but Honey Boo Boo and her family are...um, uh...okay, well...they're rednecks. Hey, they call THEMSELVES that. After all, it seems to have become rather "fashionable" to be a redneck.  To be frank, between the show's scenes depicting never-ending instances of flatulence, consuming road kill and eating a stomach-churning recipe of butter (actually, Country Crock™) & ketchup 'sketti (we call it spaghetti), there is more than enough tastelessness to go around. In fact, I can eat watching bloody murder shows and brain-eating zombies but I can't eat watching this show sometimes. Still, the hilariously lovable antics of the Boo Boo Clan more than make up for it.

I feel like I'm slowly coming out of my dark depression, so I've kinda been in the mood to write but didn't know how to get started.  How do you compose a good blog entry when your primary source of inspiration is a silly TV show called Here Comes Honey Boo Boo? Yeah, I dunno either.  Som while sitting on the toilet at work, I decided; eff it, I'll write anyway and see what happens.

Then, out-of-the-blue, despite the dozen other EMPTY stalls, this chick decides to populate the stall next to mine and go to town. It was obvious that she either had a bad case of diarrhea or she ate something for lunch that didn't agree with her.  My instant gut reaction was sit there and mumble (loudly) to myself "Oh HELL naw! Ain't this some shit!?" (...literally). I got outta there so fast that I didn't even have time to adjust my lop-sided bra, which I'd planned on doing during my relaxing bathroom break. Why me? I'm just sitting there, minding my own business and this chick decides to turd-rush ME despite a sea of perfectly empty stalls? It was sickening, disheartening and plain hurt my feelings. She obviously had some sort of doo doo vendetta against me. Then it hit me! Could this loose-bowelled chick be my long awaited inspiration? Could the stench of her rotten innards be the key to ending my writer's block?  Naw, it was just a stroke of bad luck. Wow, this is one craptastic post. Oh well, I guess a shitty end seems particularly poetic for this entry.

trashy°    See Honey Boo Boo made out of trash!
(There's a joke in there somewhere but I love her too much to make it.)

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