I like doing what I do. I like posting things people might like to read. I enjoy making comments about various subject matters that might interest me. And most of all I enjoy writing about many different subject matters whether it's movies, entertainment, or poltics. I'm opinionated. I seldom hold back in that opinion. And I never will. It's just not in me. And many hate that about me and will continue to do so. I don't care. At my age, I've earned that right.
I enjoy writing on my blog when I'm physically up to it and have the time. Lately I've had neither. For those who do like what I write and post on my blog and other facebook pages, or even just read them with no comment, I'm forever grateful.
Most of them are complete strangers who I will never meet or know anything about. But that doesn't matter.
As I said yesterday, just posting a picture of Carrie Underwood and Grumpy Cat on Facebook was viewed by over 1000 people in a very short time. Most reasonable people saw the humor in it.
I posted what I considered some of the best remarks from Twitter regarding NBC's Sound of Music on my blog, and it has shot up to number three on the popularity list. The total time it took me to make that posting: roughly twenty minutes. Twenty minutes doing something that I like. I guess for some people, that's twenty minutes of too much time on my hands.
Some people frown on what I do. Sadly, the great majority of them are people I know. They look down on it. They roll their eyes.
"Oh, you like to write? You like to keep up with politics and want to know what's going on in the world? You took all that time to post that on your blog? You must have too much time on your hands"
Oh my, I have a real opinion about real current events about things that matter in this world and okay, maybe some that don't. So sue me and go bake a cookie since you have so much time on your hands to criticize what I do. Bake a dozen.
This reminds me of the people on a Facebook post that was put up by one of the local TV news networks here in Kern County. The subject matter was Fast Food workers and whether they should have a minimum wage increase. It wasn't just the fact that some of these people didn't think that they should that was disgusting, it was that in expressing their opinion they also showed that they view these people as the lowest of the low in our society, not hardly worth bothering with because to them, anyone who works in Fast Food or other minimum wage jobs are not real workers. It doesn't matter to them how hard these people work because if they weren't such ignorant heathens, unlike themselves, they would have a better job. So tuff shit.
Do you see the point I'm making here.
There's always somebody out there willing to piss on what somebody else does, be it cooking up your crummy Big Mac while you raise your nose and sneer at them, or whether it's someone who dares to waste their time writing shit, 99 99/100 percent of which you've never even bothered to read which makes it that much easier for you to take a crap on.
But that is something I wouldn't normally do. Not to someone I knew or cared about and most certainly not in public.
I don't publicly criticize what brings enjoyment to someone I know no matter how I feel.
What makes it worse is that when it's the people you know who are supposed to be supportive that put the knife in your back, it hurts that much more. But that's okay. I've had more than one dagger I've dug out of there over the years, and I imagine there will be dozens more.
Believe me, if I had more time on my hands to do the things I would like to do, I would do more of it. Mostly writing on what you undoubtedly view as my piece of crap blog which you've never bothered with.
Here's my point. You can consider the things I enjoy doing as being a waste of time and having too much time on my hands. Maybe, I think what others do and the things they do as being a waste of time. But I would never ever be so bold as to tell someone that what they enjoy doing is a pointless exercise in futility, or a crappy way to spend their time and money even if I thought so in the remotest parts of my mind.
But it's understandable that this remark came from someone who has read very little if any of my writings, postings, or anything else I've done to be so judgmental about my life and stick your nose up in the air. Hell, I’ve had my other Facebook page associated with my blog and you can’t even bring yourself to click the like button on it.
If the shoe were on the other foot, I wouldn’t have hesitated visiting your page where ever or whatever it was and regardless of the subject matter. It’s called being supportive.
What you did is something I would never do to someone I cared about, least of all in a public place where people you know will see it. Worse, it is the first time you have ever commented on my blog although it’s been in existence for at least 8 years or more. So thanks again for the lack of support.
