The more times I'm told to go vote, the less I want to. I've voted in primaries and general elections for quite a while now, and never have I so not wanted to. I just don't. Even. Care.
Because no one want me to just "vote". They don't care about me exercising my rights. What they mean, and what they should just say, is, "you need to go out and vote the way I want you to, or really, I'm just okay with you keeping your ignorant ass home because you suck."
To keep it as non-political as possible, imagine they want to combine the American League and National League and have the same rules. This means deciding on the contentious designated hitter rule. Some love it, some hate it. Let's say you like it, but you know your friends hates it. This friends has expressed lackluster interest in voting.
How hard do you try to convince them to vote? Do you say, "But you must, your voice must be heard!", or do you just kinda go, "eh, yeah, if you really don't want to vote, whatever, it's all good."
If you say the first, you're obviously very principled or simply don't have very strong feelings on the designated hitter rule. So, in your own head, go ahead and slide your candidate of choice in there. Still the same?
Mike Rowe did a piece on why blind voting (telling people to vote no matter what they know about the issues/candidates) isn't great. If you really don't know, why should you vote? Why are celebrities urging people, regardless of if they even know who's running (think state-level races), to get out there and vote? Aren't they missing a step? Maybe it's implied that they should learn about politics first, but... that's one of those things that should actually be said. If you don't know the candidates stance on at least three issues near and dear to your heart... why are you voting for them? Because some celebrity said to? Yeah.
So you know what? I don't care if you vote. I don't care if you skip voting all together, or only fill out the part on local bond issues, or just vote on a sales tax question. You do whatever makes you happy.
I haven't decided what I'm going to do yet.
Hey, for once, I wrote more than I needed to on the first day! No editing, and very little sense is being made. I have ZERO idea where this is going. NONE.( Okay, honestly, I never meant to do it. The words just slipped out of my mouth, and suddenly, the dead girl was me and I was... someone else. Wait, hold on, I realize that makes no sense, let me back up just a minute.Collapse )
Setting: North Dakota Sheriff's Office. Two deputies sit a desks at computers, suddenly the door to a back office bursts open and a harried-looking sheriff races out.
Sheriff: Oh my god, there are tens of thousands of them now!
Deputy 1: What? Where?
Sheriff: Protesting! Thousands just checked in on Facebook! Now what will we do?
Deputy 2; Uh, the same thing we have been?
Deputy 1: Yeah, it's just some viral thing, they're not really there.
Sheriff: How can you be sure?
Deputy 1: It's all over the internet? Stories everywhere on how to check in.
Sheriff: Oh. But now we won't know who's there and not!
Deputy 2: Except we're here. We can actually see who's here.
Sheriff: But we don't know who they are!
Deputy 2: Did you ever notice how accurate, say, Facebook is at suggesting who you should tag in a photo?
Deputy 2: So, you think some, yes, admittedly large social media site is going to have better facial recognition software than the government? And with the tens of millions of tagged photos already on Facebook, well...
Sheriff: Ah. So... we're not overwhelmed?
Deputy 1: Uh, no.
Sheriff: But we're confused?
Deputy 2: No, not that either.
Sheriff: So this did...?
Deputy 1: It made a lot of people who were unable or unwilling to take actual action, feel better about themselves? Or if they felt like signing a petition, writing letters, calling their government officials, and donation supplies wasn't enough, they could do this.
Deputy 2: But mostly the first, I suspect.
Sheriff: Oh, okay then, uh, carry on?
Deputy 2; Will do.
* Please note I'm not mocking those defending what they feel is right. This is completely directed at the ridiculousness of "overwhelming and confusing" the police department with fake check-ins. Because, really? This is going to "protect" people? Really? I can't even imagine how it could. And I have a pretty good imagination...
I keep saying I want to, and then don't. Aside from the occasional rant, which is far, far from what my Facebook is, where I try to keep things light and drama-free. I'm not saying I'll never rant here, but maybe some posts other than rants would be nice.
I'm not good at a schedule or daily thing, though, so as much as I'd like to break out my week into Make It Monday, Tutorial Tuesday, Wordless Wednesday, Thirsty Thursday, Foodie or Fiction Friday, and Snapshot Saturday, I don't think it's going to happen. Fun thinking up names, though!
Except I don't see Thirsty Thursday working out, not enough drinks. And Make It Monday and Tutorial Tuesday are too similar and too close together. See? Problems already! And my interests are too varied, where would movie talk and books and bad limericks fit in? It'd need to be more general. Argh!
Or, you know, I could just post about things whenever without the catchy titles. Pfffff. What fun is that?
I need to get out of the rut of planning and never doing. One of these days... :/
Facebook is the devil, and I rue the day I ended up with so many... friends of a certain ilk.
Today's tidbit, which I only saw because someone liked a post of someone I'm not friends with (seriously, FB, just show me my actual friends' god damn posts and stop stuffing my news feed with crap they "like" and "comment on"), was about women drinking.
Which they only do because, obviously, men are evil and life is hard as a woman and they refuse to stand up for themselves and are therefore pathetic, horrible creatures and sober, strong women pity and mock them. As you do, when you want to, you know, support your gender, right? Right.
I don't drink a glass of wine on my back patio while knitting or whatever because I'm stressed or don't have enough me time or feel like men are evil. I have that glass of wine because... I like wine. I know, shocker, right? That can't be right! I'm making a *choice* based some on what I *want* and *enjoy*. Certainly not! It can't be! I'm a women, therefore, society, men, evils, blah blah blah.
Look, I get it. There are sexist people out there. It's true. I'm an engineer, not exactly the most "feminine" of fields. I deal with construction workers, which you think would be (based on stereotypes) the least equal-minded.
And yet who do I get the most nasty, judgemental comments from?
Yeah, you guessed it. Women.
I'm not doing enough to fight for equality! (Except, you know, living it) I'm too fat! (Fuck you) I shouldn't like cooking/crafts/girly things! (See: fuck you) I shouldn't like football/guns/cars! (I think you know where I'm going here)
Old-school women who think I should be at home having babies. New, strident feminists who think I'm not vocal or mean enough about the evils of men. Women who judge my hair, my clothes, my body.
Are men judging me? Probably. It's human nature to judge. But oddly, they're not the ones I see/hear the most.
I talked to a guy in line at the grocery store the other day. Perfectly nice chat about nothing, just passing the time. Woman at the grocery store today, eying me up and down and turning away with a sneer (so I look a little frumpy in the ritzy part of town, sue me).
So I'm sorry I won't jump on that bandwagon, I can't handle that much vitriol in my life. I really thought living my life and *showing* that I was equal was enough. I thought making choices that were right for me (because it's about choice, right?) was enough. Apparently, I was wrong.
I have a toothache today, so this might be more grouchy than usual... But hopefully I can plow through the rest and be done!
Week 10, exercise one:
Making to-done (ta-dah) lists of your accomplishments that day, to give you a sense of, well, accomplishment.
This kinda goes hand in hand with writing things you've already done on your to-do list so you can immediately cross them off.
Week 10, exercise two:
List 5 personal situations that are still sore spots, lingering resentments, sources of self-pity. Then address each one and see what you can do about it.
Week 10, exercise three:
Write a want ad for your perfect creative partner.
Week 10, exercise four:
Answering questions leading you to who has been your sidekick/inspiration in your creative endeavors. And writing a letter. To them. And to you (from then, I assume?)
(So close to done, my face hurts...)
Week 11, exercise one:
List 50 things your heart loves (oxygen, red blood cells...)
Week 11, exercise one point five:
List 10 times you got creative encouragement, and note if you ignored, discounted, or acted upon it.
Week 11, exercise three:
List 25 things you are proud of yourself for doing (not defacing this library book...). No, but really, I'm all for having positive lists, as long as it doesn't morph into narcissism (Which, for most, it won't). Most of us need to be reminded of how awesome we are, and sometimes you just can't wait around for someone else to do it.
Week 11, exercise four:
List 10 creative injuries or disappointments you're not let yourself grieve.
(Sooooo close, keep going!)
Week 12, exercise one:
Again, answering questions about how to make sure you have time/space/privacy for your artistic endeavors. Not at ask an issue for me.
Week 12, exercise two:
List 10 activities that make you feel grounded. I don't know about "grounded", but I think it's good to remember certain activities that can help you when you're feeling stressed out, or frustrated, or down. I know that despite living listening to audiobooks, sometimes I really need to crank up some music in my car, and that folding cranes is very soothing (as is knitting, more so than crochet).
Week 12, exercise three:
I hear dead people. No, really, ask for help from your ancestors and write down what you hear. Yeah... No. This is, of course, a personal thing, and your mileage may vary, but it's not my cup of tea.
Week 12, exercise four:
Allow yourself to marvel... go to a bookstore and buy a children's book on a subject you like.
Aaaaaaand done! I know I didn't read it thoroughly, and brushed off some (most) of the exercises, but I really don't think they'd help me as I pretty obviously didn't need that kind of help. All the things she said were issues... just weren't for me. I don't struggle with finding time, or with people discouraging me, or paat resentments. I'm... pretty prolific in my "art" (not saying good, just... prolific). Do I think some of the exercises in this book could help some people? Maybe? I'm not really sure, on the balance, self-help books really, truly help that many people, because the people who buy self-help books tend to buy lots of them, indicating they still feel like they need help... I don't know. Upshot: my most hated genre. Ever.
If you remember (or care) when I did the "Woman Unleashed" course I signed up for aaaaaaall the free content the people offered (Except Willowing, I think, because I was already doing Lifebook and had all of that, and already somehow get her email on both my addresses). I did use an anonymous, web-based email (that was harder to get than I thought these days!) so I wouldn't have to deal with the fallout in the months, years, decades that followed. And while it's bad, to be honest, it's not as bad as I thought. Since the end of the program, that email box had only racked up about 250 emails. Between 1-3 a day, it seems. Still, glad it's in an email I don't have to deal with daily, though I do need to go back and look through those at some point, especially since one of the things was 27 days of writing prompts. They came in a day at a time and are buried in there somewhere!
Speaking of content you don't want to see, a person left a note on one of my beaunicorn post expressly telling me to stop. And that no one wants to see it, if you said you enjoyed it, you lied. Because of who this person is, my actual response was toned down (no swearing involved!) but don't worry (or, I suppose, be sad) because I'm not going to stop. I like it, I find it fun, and if you don't, well, don't follow me (that was rather the upshot of my response). Who is anyone to dictate what someone puts on their page? Do I see things I would rather not? Sure. That's what the "hide post" button is for (or, more effectively, FB Purity
s key word blockers). Or you can just unfollow someone. They probably won't notice. And you can always go to their page now and then, when you feel up to it, and leave a comment. They'll never know.
Really, that didn't make me mad, but it did give me a moment of "what's up with THAT?!" which, as cynical as I think I am, was rather an odd experience. I tend to expect the worst from people, but it still caught me a little off-guard, as in "REALLY?!" Refreshing, in a way, that people can still surprise me, sad in that it's in the negative way.
I'm really just randomly typing this right now because my task for today was to tackle some clean-up. Someone saw my craft room (it is really bad, I cleaned another room out and it bore the brunt of the shoving) and was horrified. And, honestly, I'm a little horrified by it right now. I wanted to spend today just cleaning it up, and finding a place for the stuff I have in bags in my office (the yarn for the Merphghan, and the stuff I have for "sale" in the Shop the Swap swap on Craftster - I have to keep that in one place, or when someone "buys" something I will spend forever looking for it!).
Wish me luck, and if you don't hear from me in a few days, please send in a search&rescue team, I may be trapped under a farbricalanche. ;p
And so it continues... (sorry)
Week 8, exercise one
List five people you feel connected with, and something creative you could do for each one.
I already owe just about everyone craft projects, thank you very much...
Week 8, exercise two
List 5 areas of your life in which you feel haste and pressure,and analyze those areas to see if you can slow down.
This woman obviously doesn't have a job. :/
Week 8, exercise three
Make, then destroy, an embodiment of your biggest detractor/tormentor.
Make a creativity totem that embodies support and put it someplace visible.
Okay, I used to think I cared too much about what people think, but these exercises make me realize that, while I do care what some people think about some things (as you should!) in general, and especially with regards to creative things, I... don't. Nor do I need a creativity totem to spur me on. I create shit all the time. Motivation isn't my problem. Time is my problem! But again, I'm very very obviously not the target audience for this book.
Also, ehhh, "Creativity is a spiritual issue and that means we can invoke forces to cast out our demons."
I'm the least spiritual person I know, but I have to say I think I'm pretty damn creative!
Week 9, exercise one
Write about your ideal day after all your dreams come true. Document it in great detail from morning to night.
Really? I get the whole "focus on the positive" thing (sort of), but much like the false impressions of Facebook and Pinterest, that could well serve to make people feel worse. The example she gives is living the life of a huge hit Broadway producer, which, let's be honest, isn't going to be many people. And, seeing something so much better than what you have... why not go for something a little more down-to-earth? Admittedly, I don't fully understand the point of this.
Week 9, exercise two
Week 9, exercise three
Find rest in moments of restlessness
Yes to this. Sometimes, you just have to sit back, relax, and take a deeeeep breath. As they said on Top Gear, sometimes you have to go slower to go faster!
Week 9, exercise four
List 50 things you like about yourself exactly the way they are.
This one, I don't know how to feel about. Because even while, say, I think I am excellent at crochet, I'd still like to try new things. So I love my ability, but of course I want to keep challenging it. I'm a very good writer, but that doesn't mean I don't want to improve. Not because I think I *need* to, or because I'm not "good enough" the way I am, but because what's the point otherwise? Who wants to never change? Feeling good about yourself is important - it really is - but you should never take it to the "perfect" extreme where you don't think you could ever improve/learn something from someone else.
Week 9, exercise four
Fill in the blanks, self-appreciation
Lists of things that, while other people might not have given you a pay on the back for, you deserved one. So congratulate yourself.
Week 9, exercise five
List 10 ways you could be more selfish (that might make it easier for you to later be selfless)
I'm about the most selfish person I know, so... I have me time. I buy things I want. I always take care of me (because, if you don't take care of you, don't expect anyone else to). I don't think I could be more "selfish" without turning into a horrible selfish bitch (what most of these books label as "selfish" is, in fact, not being completely self-centered and a jerk, it's taking care of yourself, which, no, is not selfish).
Three more chapters to go!!!
"Dispatch, we have a car sitting outside the home, license plate NVH-294. It pulled up a minute ago, no one has gotten out, it appears a person inside is using a cell phone to look something up, judging by the light."
"Roger, hold on a moment while we run the plate."
A moment ticked by in the darkness, then the voice crackled back over the radio. "Blue 2012 Honda Civic, registered to a Lucy Darcy, lives in Jamestown."
"Probably a college student, might be lost. I'll check it out and get back to you."
He cautiously approached the car, which was still idling. The window was rolled down, and he could hear a girl's voice.
"Yes, I turned right... But the construction... No, no detour was marked... It was actually closed. Closed, as in can't get through at all. They said 'closed to through traffic' and they meant it, the road wasn't there... I don't know, I got back on the highway and tried the next exit..."
He rapped on the back window, and the girl jumped. "Hold on," she said into the phone.
"Yes?" She asked him hesitantly.
"You lost?" he asked, flashing her his badge. She peered at it suspiciously.
"Sort of, I'm trying to get to the corner of 93rd and Olive, but there seems to be a lot of construction here, and..." she sighed, and checked her watch. "The hotel has probably given away my room by now."
"Oh, you're trying to get to the Watts Mill Inn?" He asked.
"That's the one. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb the residents, I was just trying to get some directions from my friend, and..." She bit her lip. "I didn't think they'd, well, overreact to me sitting here for a minute."
"It's not that, miss, you've rather stumbled into the middle of an investigation," he said.
"Oh my goodness, isn't that just my luck?" She shook her head and laughed. "So now you think I'm some sort of hit man or something, come to bump off the witness."
"Why would you assume that?" he asked warily. "Why not assume it's just a stakeout?"
"You wouldn't have approached me if it were a stakeout," she said. "I've watched enough cop dramas! You would have had someone follow me as I drove away."
He relaxed a bit, and let his hand fall back to his side. "Are you sure you're not a detective?"
"No, no, trust me, my interest in Mr. Hamilton isn't on that side of the law at all."
The flash in his eyes as his hand flew to his gun was all the confirmation she needed. This was most definitely the right place. He was fast, but she was faster, and she was getting out of the car as he crumpled to the ground. A minute later, she was in the house. A minute after that, Mr. Hamilton wouldn't be a problem for her clients any longer.