The beauty of grammar is that you get to use it. You can write everything perfectly and impress the shit out of people who care about that thing. You can enter grammar competitions and win a trophy for being the best grammar person ever. You can decorate your home in grammatically correct needlepoint and cross stitch. You can have your own website or blog where everything is grammatically perfect. You can get a job where people will pay you to fix their grammar and may even like that you do it and appreciate you for it. You can work with children who are learning grammar and help them to learn the right way to do it. But note that these will not be all children or all people, just those who actually want to learn how to do it right AND who think they can work with you because your approach is worth paying for.
But you don’t get to police the world or tell other people what they should or should not be writing. Continue reading Grammar Police, The WORST Kind of Trolls.
Bruce Appleford shared this with me on my Facebook Timeline this morning and I liked it so much I had to share it here. It matters what we focus on. It matters what we surround ourselves with.
It took a life shaking experience for me to really look at the wall of my life and realize how many of the bricks in it were there for the wrong reasons. Our lives should be about the things we love, the things we are, the things we choose. Instead the wall of our lives is made up of bricks given to us by others – their beliefs, their rules, their hate. We absorb what our parents tell us. As children we lack the ability to logically question or to look at things and decide if they are right for us. We absorb the feelings, emotions and beliefs of the people we hang around with, even when we are not aware we are doing it. All groups require some agreed to “beliefs” to operate and then, within the group dynamic, the other “beliefs” from the dominant members begin to arise and be practiced. Quietly but firmly, they soon govern the lives of all the members. Even among friends, if someone dislikes another person, it is often expected that the friend do likewise. Continue reading When You’re Down and Lonely.
There we sat, dinner was finally on the table, all the family gathered around at Easter/Christmas/Thanksgiving/4-H Steer of the Year/Grandma cured her hemorrhoids/ whatever . . . with all my favourite dishes set out on the table. We could not wait to dig in. My mouth was watering, my brother was drooling more than normal, and grandma already had her teeth in and ready to go.
And then someone would say, “Wait, Wait! We have to say grace!”
And several people would smile but their legs would kick out underneath the table in the general direction of the person who spoke. Continue reading Prayers, Green Bean Casseroles, Social Media and Evolution.
It seems like every day, on Social Media, you come across another group of people talking about someone else. It usually involves pointing at something they have done, which according to their interpretation is NOT the way it is supposed to be done. They parade out interactions that are probably so innocent in their intent and throw them on the floor for the lions to rip into.
Despite a bazillion sentiments like the one above, plastered all over the internet, people continue to gather their groups to publicly flog anyone and everyone who is not part of the group. Continue reading TFFT: My Friends Don’t Always Give Me That Standing Ovation.
You know I have said it before that Twitter is for twits and yes, I am on it, thank you very much.
Hey when my mom used to argue with my statement “everybody else is doing it,” and she would ask, “well if your friends all wanted to go jump off a cliff would you do it too?”
It is better to be dead piled on top of the most popular kids in school then standing alive on the top of the cliff alone. Continue reading Social Media and the Pioneers and My Out Of Control Thoughts.
Facebook has become a very unsafe place to be . . . so much so that usage should come with a free delivered pack of protective gear.
First there are the taunts from Facebook itself . . . “Aria has 0 friends, come on guys help Aria find friends, may we suggest your mailing lists from your email accounts? How about your christmas card list? Your mother’s christmas card list? Are you able to break the code on the company computer and upload the employee list? Are there any names scratched on the cubicle you are currently sitting in?” Continue reading The Art of Slambooking.
Like having coffee with your best friend, providing your friend is opinionated, passionate, and insane.