It's just a wordpress, nothing special. I've deleted all the junk I had (since I didn't bother with it for 4 years and there wasn't much anyway). Maybe I can't because I let it default to the free version?
I have WP and I remember this wasn't exactly intuitive. Am on my phone right now but I'll poke around tomorrow if you haven't found it already!
Ugh. Just spent the afternoon with my dad, which was the purpose of coming home (see the parents as they're getting on in years). The Confederacy wasn't so bad. Someone needs to rein in the Left. By force if necessary. Things are bad, but they could have been worse. And other assorted scared white man who pays way too much attention to Fox News & associates opinions. I know, debate room bait, I'm just putting it as an unhappy though, if I want to engage, I'll head over there. Ben Franklin's son was a Loyalist, and the two became estranged.
Definitely not a sign of weakness that's for sure. I mean, if you don't walk away, you'll get riled up, they won't really know/care, and it won't do anything other than make them, if anything, happy that they got a reaction from you. If you walk away, it'll probably p**s them off more. p.s. - cockwomble is a great insult.
I found a piece of rubbish at the roadside. I picked it up, and used it as a crucial part of the woodshed I was building. I felt so wombly!
No matter how much you hate yourself or feel like a worthless piece of crap, there's always aotherlevel lower...
Which means you are not as worthless as you believed. If you feel poor, remember when you returned from trekking in Mexico and got in your own car, stopped at the grocery story and bought big red juicy apples that you didn't need to peel on your way to the house you owned, and felt as rich as hell, [or insert your own experience]. If you question your writing skills, look at people whose writing is worse and notice what a good writer you actually are. If you hate your job, remember when you picked pears outside of Kamloops, BC, Canada, and that you had other options while the people picking pears next to you didn't [or insert your own experience]. If you feel worthless, give your dogs biscuits and notice how much they love you, [or insert your own experience]. It's all relative, and you always have the choice to look up and feel small or look down and feel big. No one but me can make me feel small, and I don't.
A low moment caught me off guard. My perspective was a bit [although be it a BIG bit] off today. Thank you for the reminder of just how good I do have it.
Just remember, when life is absolutely beyond terrible, that tomorrow you're likely to feel so much better about it. Terrible never lasts forever, I've learned.
My living situation is fixed. (This properly belongs in the Happiness thread, but I just thought I'd mention it here to close off an open topic, as it were.)
So my now-retired conservative boss goes onto my friend (and co-worker's) facebook page where my friend casually told everyone to not worry so much about the outside world, to live your life and what does my boss say? "I agree with that statement but where were the people pulling down statues 8 years ago? Oh right those that lost went back to work." I'm so glad he's retired. I would have never heard the end of his rantings about 'libtards' pulling down Confederate monument. Seriously, fuck you old man. You diseased, broken, bitter old man.
My doctor's new office, instead of the usual HGTV television blaring in the waiting room, has a large video screen playing landscape videos (whitewater, etc.) with soothing music in the background. Sure to remind anyone of a certain age of the video panels in the death chambers in Soylent Green. Very creepy.
Christ, I hate cliffhangers. Don't try to trick me into reading your next book - make this one good enough that I'll want to continue.
"How do you feel about love, Sophocles? Are you still capable of it?" To which he replied, "Hush! if you please: to my great delight I have escaped from it, and feel as if I had escaped from a frantic and savage master." I thought then, as I do now, that he spoke wisely. -excerpt from The Republic, by Plato I hope that very, very soon I hit my head on something in just the right way that will take away my libido, so I can finally focus strictly on the only thing that actually matters. My career. Something that's actually obtainable, reasonable, rewarding, can't conspire against me, leave me on a whim, or get old. In the meantime, I suppose my flightstick will continually throw my brain on auto-pilot and try to distract me and undermine me from achieving my goals.
Careers are just as temperate, fleeting, and hollow. The worlds broken, feeling broken inside of it is normal. It might take a lot of soul searching, and it's hard not to cling to the first thing that comes along to fill the void, but keep looking for what you're passionate about ,not what you're paid or told to be passionate about. ETA: Didn't mean to come off as preachy. I spend too much time thinking.
What do I have to do to whittle that down to say, oh I don't know, 23? Writing is what I want to do with my life and always has been, so I don't see how that could be? No worries, didn't come across as preachy at all. Just you trying to be helpful, I appreciate it.
If it were that simple, I wouldn't have needed to post in this thread. Would've gone on one them new fancy dating sites, with all the whippersnappers.
When I was doing my GCSEs I had lots of hope for the world and my future. Now I'm convinced I'll be broke with no decent career and exactly none of my life goals achieved. Hopefully, I'll grow out of it.