Litiquette VI

[Fermina_Daza]

Those in my social media world know I enjoy shaming - my pets, my kids, me. My kiddo once had a horrible meltdown while we were doing professional photographs. The photographer sent me a CD of all the photos and of course I posted the one of him flat on his stomach in the middle of a muddy walkway full tantrum. Why? Because if you can’t laugh at the bad times then you won’t appreciate the good ones either.

I do use filters when I take a shitty photo though with bad lighting. We are super pale and sometimes I will snap a photo where we all look like we’ve been hiding in a bunker and just came out. But that’s as much effort as I put into it.

As for coveting, I don’t covet a certain person per se. I miss my partner being healthy and our life before the surgery. I may covet someone’s life in that regard but I’m here now because I’m lonely as I care for my partner. Our friends and family were very supportive the first couple of months and I was bombarded with help. But their lives have moved on - new dramas, new celebrations, new things to focus on. And I’m still here.

 

[aussiegeekygal]

The best decision I ever made was to get rid of social media in my life. I found I was spending too much time scrolling through an endless feed of doom and gloom and people's posts trying to make me feel just shit enough about myself to buy their crap. I finally got angry.

Once upon a time Facebook and Instagram were my personal adventure diaries where I chronicled what was going on in my life. I didn't consume so much as I participated. These days, the balance of power has shifted and these tools are no longer personal experiences but a huge marketing engine. They're designed to solicit feelings of jealousy and inadequacy so that we spend $$$. They're the modern day "beauty magazines".

Facebook was the hardest to extract myself from as I used it to stay in touch with friends and family overseas. I also miss the marketplace. Still, not enough to stay.

It's only being on the other side that I realised how much of a mindfuck social media was for me. I'm truly happy again and finding myself much more involved in my community than I ever was before. It's like Facebook tricked my mind into thinking I was connected but now that I'm out, I have to genuinely fulfill those needs in real life.

I guess lit can be like that. I don't pay enough attention to feel a sense of longing regarding other people here. I love the pervy army here, though. You're all good people (I can say that now that BotanyBoy has been banned).

 

[Fermina_Daza]

You're all good people (I can say that now that BotanyBoy has been banned).

LMAO - like herpes, he is back. Everyone comes back. It's the fucking Hotel California around here.

And since I started the quicksand naughtiness I will own up to not being good. Just good at being bad.

 

[aussiegeekygal]

LMAO - like herpes, he is back. Everyone comes back. It's the fucking Hotel California around here.

And since I started the quicksand naughtiness I will own up to not being good. Just good at being bad.

Haha.

That little poltergeist.

 

[Suz_anne]

I was just talking to a friend about the evils of social media.

I have an Instagram account, but I only follow my family members and I've never posted one thing. My niece, nephew and cousins that I am close with all post their stuff in the Insta, so I log in to see what they're up to and to see photos of their families. But there's no jealousy there and very little posturing. We do have one cousin who is bat shit crazy, but she has a cute kiddo who seems to balance her out so it is nice to see that, too.

I tried Twitter about 10 years ago and it was too icky for me even then. It's a million times worse now. Facebook is pretty evil from a data collection/allowing bullshit content disguised as real info standpoint.

What I find amazing is how our country used to covet privacy and personal freedoms, but they give up so much of that just to stare at their phone screens and look at crap. Or to be able to say "Hey Siri..." or "Alexa, play...". I will never put a listening device in my home or a tv that can spy on me. And I'm also anti-apps. I avoid apps on my phone. Why allow someone to collect all of my data just so I can play a game where candies crush one another? It makes no sense to me.

I'm gonna go out and re-stock my bomb/fallout shelter - anyone wanna join me?

 

[Fermina_Daza]

Haha.

That little poltergeist.

Don't make me find poltergeist porn. I'm sure it's a thing.

 

[Lord Pmann]

https://static.boredpanda.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2015/04/smartphone-addiction-illustrations-cartoons-20__605.jpg

 

[Lord Pmann]

Change... Sometimes it's a bitch. Sometimes it's for the best. It's always inevitable.

How well do you deal with it? What changes have altered your life dramatically? What changes had the opposite effect of what you thought? Are you a roll with the punches kind of girl/guy? Or are you a worrier and try to control everything?


Change by Justin King-

https://youtu.be/es4wxtn1MdM

 

[hotwords229_A]

Change... Sometimes it's a bitch. Sometimes it's for the best. It's always inevitable.

How well do you deal with it? What changes have altered your life dramatically? What changes had the opposite effect of what you thought? Are you a roll with the punches kind of girl/guy? Or are you a worrier and try to control everything?


Change by Justin King-

https://youtu.be/es4wxtn1MdM

I’m all of those things. My changephobia is a little out of whack, I could pack up everything and move to a new place with no plans at all and be perfectly cool with it, but sometimes I feel weird, sad, concerned when throwing out an old pair of sneakers. How will I ever find another pair that fits so well and looks so cool?

I think I roll with the punches pretty well, but I also like to control things. I have an odd mixture of being very regimented, but then throwing caution to the wind with no thought at all.

So far, so good.

 

[Lonelywife1205]

I’m all of those things. My changephobia is a little out of whack, I could pack up everything and move to a new place with no plans at all and be perfectly cool with it, but sometimes I feel weird, sad, concerned when throwing out an old pair of sneakers. How will I ever find another pair that fits so well and looks so cool?

I think I roll with the punches pretty well, but I also like to control things. I have an odd mixture of being very regimented, but then throwing caution to the wind with no thought at all.

So far, so good.

I was trying to put my answer into words, but this pretty much sums me up as well. It’s really bizarre to me how I can be so spontaneous about some things and so regimented and want to control others.

 

[LurkingPhoenix]

Change... Sometimes it's a bitch. Sometimes it's for the best. It's always inevitable.

How well do you deal with it? What changes have altered your life dramatically? What changes had the opposite effect of what you thought? Are you a roll with the punches kind of girl/guy? Or are you a worrier and try to control everything?


Change by Justin King-

https://youtu.be/es4wxtn1MdM

Typically, I adjust to change very well. I'm considered to be one of the most flexible and least-control-obsessed people in my life. Good crisis manager, etc - professionally and at home. I, for a long time, was rarely rattled.

As I'm getting older...that's not as clear. Changes in life, career, and emotionally over the past year or so (and especially the last couple of months) have been difficult and have sent me reeling moreso than in the past, and I think I'm just now coming out of that morass. Whether that's for the better or not, who knows?

Ignoring and fearing change is never healthy, though. Entropy is an ever-present reality...adjust or perish is a true adage.

 

[Lord Pmann]

For me, change is tough. When I don't know what is happening, it scares me. I like control. I just want the ability to have everything the way I want it. That can't always happen, though.

So often we look back on what we call "the good old days", before things changed. Those days are great, but the problem is, it would be nice if we could recognize that we are in those days whilst they're happening.

I think to times in my life when I was happiest and sometimes I didn't even realize how good things were in that moment. Sometimes those things were a result of change. Change that made things better. But it's hard to know.

This proverb about change is amazing:


Once upon a time, there was an old farmer who had worked his crops for many years.

One day his horse ran away. Upon hearing the news, his neighbors came to visit. “Such bad luck,” they said sympathetically, “you must be so sad.”

“We’ll see,” the farmer replied.

The next morning the horse returned, bringing with it two other wild horses.

“How wonderful,” the neighbors exclaimed! “Not only did your horse return, but you received two more. What great fortune you have!”

“We’ll see,” answered the farmer.

The following day, his son tried to ride one of the untamed horses, was thrown, and broke his leg. The neighbors again came to offer their sympathy on his misfortune. “Now your son cannot help you with your farming,” they said. “What terrible luck you have!”

“We’ll see,” replied the old farmer.

The following week, military officials came to the village to conscript young men into the army. Seeing that the son’s leg was broken, they passed him by. The neighbors congratulated the farmer on how well things had turned out. “Such great news. You must be so happy!”

The man smiled to himself and said once again.

“We’ll see."

The moral of the story being, kids are very stupid and will try to ride an untamed horse.

 

[Suz_anne]

^^^And neighbors can be pretty fucking nosy. Myob...

 

[Lord Pmann]

^^^And neighbors can be pretty fucking nosy. Myob...

I always admire those who can see the deeper meanings in these stories.

 

[aussiegeekygal]

Typically, I adjust to change very well. I'm considered to be one of the most flexible and least-control-obsessed people in my life. Good crisis manager, etc - professionally and at home. I, for a long time, was rarely rattled.

As I'm getting older...that's not as clear. Changes in life, career, and emotionally over the past year or so (and especially the last couple of months) have been difficult and have sent me reeling moreso than in the past, and I think I'm just now coming out of that morass. Whether that's for the better or not, who knows?

Ignoring and fearing change is never healthy, though. Entropy is an ever-present reality...adjust or perish is a true adage.

Pretty much this.

I love entropy. So much that I decided to dedicate three years of tertiary education to it

I can't imagine navigating life without a healthy tolerance for change. The few times in my life that I was close to or in complete mental breakdown was due to me trying to control things I cannot control. We all have limits, but mine seem to be WAAAAAY over on the "fuck it, let's ride" side of the scale.

I've learnt to replace worry with curiosity and it helps so freaking much. Instead of freaking out about something, I wonder what caused it to happen, wonder what it will mean for me, and wonder if it's even worth thinking about. It was a hard process to rewire my brain but I'm exponentially happier since doing so.

 

[Lord Pmann]

... and I think I'm just now coming out of that morass. Whether that's for the better or not, who knows?

Dude, you’re coming out of it with more ass. *hi five* Things are looking up.

 

[aussiegeekygal]

Dude, you’re coming out of it with more ass. *hi five* Things are looking up.

This is a good test to see if people take things literally or figuratively...

 

[Endless_Night]

Change? Ummm.

NO

Any and all changes must be planned in advance. Written in triplicate, and delivered on the 1st or 3rd Sunday of the month. Only.

I am a worrier. An over thinker. A control freak. Doesn't make me happy, though. Just makes me stressed. Whereas, those rare occasions I do manage a leap of faith fill me with serenity.

* * *

I really like this, Aussie. I shall ponder, but I foresee this getting incorporated into the Endless lifestyle.

<I've learnt to replace worry with curiosity and it helps so freaking much. Instead of freaking out about something, I wonder what caused it to happen, wonder what it will mean for me, and wonder if it's even worth thinking about. It was a hard process to rewire my brain but I'm exponentially happier since doing so.

 

[hotwords229_A]

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So often we look back on what we call "the good old days", before things changed. Those days are great, but the problem is, it would be nice if we could recognize that we are in those days whilst they're happening.

We’re always in “the good old days”. Unless you’re currently suffering a real tragedy, you will, at some point, look back at now and remember this time fondly. The past is safe and you can filter out the bad stuff and remember the good—creative editing of our own history makes for good old times. We all do it. So rejoice, for you are currently living in the future good old days!

 

[Trekka]

*slips in and slides a question onto the table*

superstitions. hoodoo voodoo. growing a beard for hockey playoffs. burying a st joseph figurine outside when selling a house. knocking on wood. tarot. seeing a weird amount of dead birds and cocking an eyebrow and thinking, "huh..." rune stones. crystals. playing beatles songs backwards searching for the meaning of life.

what else? we all have weirdo little things we indulge in -- from full on rituals we practice, to little side interests, to rearranging seats when our team is losing to see if that shifts the energy of the game.

what superstitious stuff do you indulge in, for fun, or for serious?

 

[hotwords229_A]

I’m not generally superstitious, but I do like to learn about superstitions and how people deal with them. It’s interesting.

The only one I really have is when I find myself driving behind a slow person. First I get annoyed and I want to pass them, but then I wonder if they are there to slow me down to prevent an accident up ahead. But then I wonder if slowing me down will cause me to be in an accident up ahead. Maybe they were sent here to kill me! Or maybe they were sent here to save me!

That’s when I have to rely on the old gut instinct, do what feels like the best decision and commit to my destiny.

Every Friday the 13th I think of skinny dipping at night—I grew up on those movies.

 

[Lonelywife1205]

I have a couple of quirky things like having to stop the gas pump on a dollar amount that ends in a 5 or a 0, having to clear out the numbers on the microwave when you open the door early and having to make sure all the drink labels are facing forward in the refrigerator, but my only real superstitions are baseball related.

My baseball mom friends and I have to sit in a certain order along the fence or we are sure to lose. The one time it was hotter than Hades and we decided (for the first time ever) to sit under a shaded tent that the previous team left for us to use, we lost in the semi finals of the state championship! Never again!!!!!

 

[aussiegeekygal]

So I didn't think I had any weird quirks until I read above...

I have a compulsion to set the TV volume to a prime number. It's so odd but I roll with it because it's insignificant in the scheme of things.

 

[BongoGal]

If I ever sense myself doing something because of its effect upon 'luck', then I will stop doing it. I reject all that stuff.

 

[SlyderInside]

I rub the dice on the Pass Line before tossing them. That's about the only luck ritual I have