Posts Tagged ‘money

17
Apr
25

Beware the Game Show Network…Fools

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Beware the Game Show Network. It is full of fools.

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Hi. I’m one member of a friend threesome. We have been good friends for numerous years. We have traveled the world and have many favorites we share. You would think our life is bliss. [You might also suspect we are sleeping together…like one brainy threesome with no standard other than similar levels of intelligence.] But, we cannot resist being part of a game show that is sure to make us look stupid. Even if we fail to win anything, we go home just as perfect as we were before we arrived on TV. Enjoy watching us waste your time and remember how perfect our life is while your life is not.

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Listen. I, too, am part of a trio of friends who has to give ourselves a witty group name before competing against another team in one of the many, many trivia game shows that, if watched together, will likely drive your already mashed potato brain completely mad. We each have a lame story to justify our life’s purpose and intelligence. The least attractive of my group stands at the far end, with her back turned to the cameras, ensuring she will get the least TV exposure.

Anyone at home could tell this was done on purpose. But, we just went along with it because we all wanted to prove we were smart. Everyone watching game shows wants to prove they are just as smart. You sit at home, seeing what people are doing to win prize money, and you say, “I can do that!” Right?

We play a game similar to Password, trying to get our teammates to guess words given to us on a screen. We are failing miserably, but the youthful host is determined to make us feel good about ourselves. The show ends somewhat abruptly, and we go home feeling dumber and physically exhausted, which seem strange for a show that’s supposed to be a verbal and mental challenge.

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I buckle under pressure, too; which is why it seems stupid for me to be part of a game show that intentionally seeks to peg someone as stupid by giving them very little time to solve wacky puzzles on a touch screen. Many of the puzzles are actually rather witty, themselves. So, it’s not all bad being a genuine fool. I think the audience, at home, gets something out of watching.

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I hosted said game show with visual puzzles that make you think outside the box to avoid me calling you stupid. I exposed my relationship status many times and often flirted with the female guests, even the lesbian ones. Obviously, that did not change my relationship status, because I came back, day after day, with the same story.

I am not a fool because I call myself a FOL. See? I took out one letter to change the spelling of the word. That takes intelligence…I think. Stop staring at my unusually large hands and odd outfit combinations.

[Actually, I think the host was/is rather amusing. And, most of the puzzles are amusing and/or decent tests of observation…not all of the tests, though. So, ‘no offense intended. But, you do place yourself among many other fools. And, damn, those two lesbians were very attractive.]

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I was on a trivia game show that put three supposedly average people up against three “celebrities,” noted for their televised prowess on other trivia-related game shows. I helped viewers at home sit through an hour of failure laced with little supposed factoids supplied by the know-it-alls. In the final round, when it was just me versus the “expert” with the highest individual score from their group, I missed more than one question and didn’t go home with much.

Later, at home, I watched some other episodes and noticed a pattern. I think the “experts” knew which of them was going to be in the final round and answered accordingly. And, in the final round, I think the final know-it-all also intentionally answered in a way that gave me minimal hope of surviving until the final question, when they politely kicked me out the exit door.

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I strongly disagree with the above testimony. I was on the same trivia game show and not only defeated the three experts but came back two more times and achieved the same feat to become one of the experts. Earning the right to appear on other trivia-related game shows, I now can speak freely about whatever someone else fails to know as true and annoy countless TV viewers with my big brain and not-so-big mouth. I enjoy dry cereal made of dictionaries and the New York Times. I literally eat books and newspapers. But, I can’t seem to make as much money as the other brainiacs who seem to always be on TV. I guess emulating or trying to compete with someone already deemed famously smart isn’t very smart.

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I was on a similar trivia game show, with one expert at the top of some flashy mountain just to boost his ego. I was among three people who were all convinced we were very smart by people we know. I guess I let my support system influence me too much; I turned out to be a big dummy, utterly squashed by the big mouth in charge. The lovely hostess tried to make light of the situation but failed. I know now not to be so trusting of others’ opinions about myself, which will probably erode my self-esteem as I get older and dumber.

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I am the (gorgeous) host of the forementioned trivia game show…well, actually, I hosted a few, and they featured some of the same know-it-alls. On one of my shows, which went on to appear on another channel and feature a variety of experts at the top of the mountain, put on rotation, I was forced to repeatedly address the know-it-all by his nickname. [I don’t host that other version.] I said his nickname so many times; I think my powerful jaws became stuck in perpetual motion. I go home, many nights, just repeating that name to no one. Sometimes, it just pops up in conversation.

It’s a beastly bad habit. I know. But, hey, I’m keeping busier and looking better than I probably did on that old joke about being a lifeguard. And, I didn’t have to radically change my appearance to put that behind me, like some Aquaman I know.

When I’m not bowing down to a British giant, I like to deliver questions to contestants at such an alarming rate, I fear, one day, my head will just fly off into the studio audience anyone rarely sees…because there are not many big winners on the shows I host. It’s a good thing I like to eat and never gain a pound.

[And, I don’t mind that last bit, either. That is one dreamy game-show hostess.]

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Hey. I was on a dating game show that didn’t last long, probably because it smelled too much like the host’s other famous show, which ran too long for the sleazy crap it was, as did its cheap spin-off. As a contestant, I was required to describe three faults or quirks I have, in a few words, and put each answer in a silly piece of silvery luggage.

The lone woman, who had to pick one of us three guys for a date, not a commitment, just a date (planned by the makers of the show), did not like at least one of my “secrets.” Like many other people in my shoes, I told her I would burn my past and change my ways for her. [You might say it was a bold-faced lie to get the girl.] She seemed remotely pleased by that offer. [I’ll take that as a maybe.]

Unfortunately, my choice of words was more scandalous than accurate. I went home looking and feeling worse than when I arrived. Now, I’m marked for life as the loser I was on TV (thanks to reruns used as filler on a faulty broadcast TV system).

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Yo. I was on that same dating show, but I was the star who had to put one answer in a single red piece of luggage. I had less chance of being rejected than the other three players in the room. I had a choice of three fine women. Being a rather superficial, immature (though mature in physique, which I pumped and sprayed at the gym) and selfish guy, I quickly eliminated the one gal who was the most nerdy because she freaked me out. Some other artsy loser can pick her up outside the studio; I’m sure. So, that left me with a nutcase and a hooker. I chose the hooker. But, when she saw my “big secret,” she rejected me. I think she misunderstood what I said. ‘Live and learn I guess.

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Hi. I was a woman on that same dating show and in the previous speaker’s position, with the choice of three possible dates. I quickly rejected the one guy who still valued his mother and lived with his parents, because that’s the standard with this gig. I mean, who accepts an adult man who lives with his parents?

This left me with a scrawny nerd in debt and a hunk who barely fit in a suit. I couldn’t pick the nerd because that would just give other nerds false hope of landing someone as hot as me. And, I cannot process being with someone who houses a huge toy collection, even if it includes sex toys.

I chose the hunk, who, thankfully, did not mind me being a stripper, though I did not use that particular word to describe myself. We went on the show’s pre-packaged date and had lousy sex before looking for other cheap and lousy game shows to expose ourselves and build a crappy TV resume. If you see me, again, anywhere, I’ve surely had my brain removed and am now just a cyborg.

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I also was a gorgeous woman who had to pick one of three guys on that same quasi-dating game show. However, I ultimately picked the most ethnic, immature and dorky of the guys, who had to accept that I was both a lawyer and a stripper, exclusively for some wealthy guys linked to the game show, itself, which I could not admit on TV (even though the host giving me a peck on the cheek might have given a clue). I gave false hope to other fools like my date to boost the show’s audience and round up other fools.

The date was just a formality to make the show appear like a success. I ditched the dork with a clause in my contract and never saw him, again. Actually, we did cross paths, but a restraining order set him straight…or gay. I can’t remember, anymore. I handle a lot of men. Ha.

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Hey, folks. I was the host of that dating show, when Match.com was still hip and televised. It wasn’t just a dating show; it also advertised a talent-seeking agency for which any of the contestants could apply to do something other than humiliate themselves in a strangely limited social environment. [So, it’s possible some if not all contestants were staged and grouped for a preset result.]

I am a very witty guy with dentures, who can make countless jokes about himself and speak rather intelligently when pressed. But, instead of hosting something that puts my assets to good use, I am pegged as a “shock jock,” bent to getting scandalous noises out of the audience.

Unlike the other fools who appear on shows like mine, I had plenty of time to entertain viewers. Unfortunately, the nature of the shows I host eventually lose their charm almost as fast as viewers lose brain cells. But, when one show bombs, another is sure to rise from its ashes. So, don’t worry about me. I’ll keep cracking wise until my head falls to the floor.

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Hey, America (and whoever else may be reading this remote blog). I hosted a game show that was supposed to be hip, trendy and modern…because it involved something I know we all love to use…EMOJIS! Yes, and it required contestants to see things in emoji codes which few if any people actually could do, because the selection of emojis and time on the clock were rather limited. Try playing Charades with only fifteen possible hand gestures. How DO you get someone to guess “Raiders of the Lost Ark” by using a hand, a box, a pirate and a puzzled face? I have no idea. But, I’m glad I was making money while the contestants went home with corporate swag and subscriptions to things no one needs.

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I was a contestant on the forementioned emoji-laden game show. I was at a mall (in some part of Southern California) when I saw someone offering applications. A friend of mine, who likes to text with me, thought we would be good contestants, and, buckling under a fair amount of peer pressure, I agreed. I thought a show about texting was far easier than one that required you to use knowledge I failed to grasp in school; and I don’t read much, anyway.

On the show, I got nothing right and ultimately decided to never use emojis in my daily life; nor will I ever likely play a similar game, like Charades. When that emoji movie came out, I freaked and cut off all of my hair. If anyone tries to use emojis with me, I will probably break my own phone in a fit of uncontrollable rage. I shouldn’t even use the damn word…emoji! Ugh!

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It’s been over twenty years since I hosted my game show, with a very sexy blonde assistant who had a strange name and little to say…because I swallowed up eighty percent of the air time with my non-stop rambling. Together, with a third person whose job was to put contestant pairs to sleep by whispering random factoids, we tested the physical and mental limits of red-eyed fools and offered little reward to compensate for the madness and therapy that would likely follow. The show was a play on what many students go through to pass the big tests they take in school.

So, you see; I’m no fool, even if my hairdo looked dated…like really far out, if you dig what I’m saying. I made money for my effort and didn’t lose any sleep. I just ran a sweat shop that bent others like slaves for my own amusement. I also had one of the most attractive assistants who just wasn’t getting enough better roles, anywhere. Those are the perks of being in charge of my destiny and not the pawn.

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I was part of a reboot for newly married couples, hosted by some woman who I did not recognize because I don’t watch many movies or TV shows and don’t listen to music made before 2001. My new husband and I had a not-so-crazy story to tell about how we met, which gave viewers the impression we were close. But, as it turned out, we knew very little about each other and were terrible at reading minds. Instead, we just answered like the other couples, which didn’t do us any favors. Many of the questions were innuendoes, which I did not understand. [Why is this show so lewd?] I didn’t know there would be a kiss camera, either. In the end, we went home with a certificate for the loser-steak-of-the-month club and plenty to discuss in couple’s therapy. I’d say the experience was a waste of time, but, of course, my soon-to-be ex-husband disagrees.

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I was also on that game show for newly married couples, and my lovely wife and I actually won! We were VERY in tune with each other and matched on nearly every question. We took the big prize trip to Antigua and met several other game-show winners. It seems Antigua is the pit where seventy-five percent of game show winners go to die like lemmings. I thought it was supposed to be a tropical paradise. There were so many people trying to sell me something. I came home covered in business cards and coupons I’ll likely never use.

17
Apr
25

Can We Cut Out the Unnecessary Services and Gratitude That Contribute to Fear?

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Oh. Let me start by saying…

Thank you for your service.

Who or what am I thanking…and why? No one, at the moment. But, those words get thrown around quite a bit and almost seem expected when in the presence of certain people. Yet, the same could be said for non-human things that perform similar…services. And, as technology changes in certain directions, we may be pressured to say it in those directions instead of human faces.

Think about this.

Military troops perform certain actions we call service, and we’re prodded to thank them for those services. We don’t know exactly what they do or did. But, we’re told it’s for our protection, our safety. Well, God bless and thank those people for keeping us safe…..from what exactly?

Oh. Sure. You can think up some things that you’re not facing yourself. War seems to be the common one. But, I bet if you actually went “on duty” with some of the troops, you’d see things differently. And, you’d know the truth…maybe. [I’m not even sure the troops know the whole truth, and that’s why so many suffer after serving.]

But, you see…we’re thanking people for “services” without any knowledge of what service they perform(ed). [And, you may feel pressured to cough up money.]

Imagine being at a restaurant and just finding a plate of food. Then someone walks by in a “uniform,” and you reach out to say, “Thank you for your service.” You don’t know if that person did anything to prepare that food. You don’t know if they were just in some back room getting freaky with another coworker instead of helping a customer. You know nothing…except that they’re wearing a uniform. [And, maybe they stole that uniform.]

[Don’t even get me started on thieves and murders who misuse uniforms.]

So far, I’ve just scraped the surface of questionable service, just the more common perspective of analyzing the military. [I often find myself questioning the military.] But, what about so many OTHER “services” we are forced to contend with and the fees that go with them? Yes. Now, you’re getting a clue. Right? I’m talking stuff that often comes with paperwork and phone calls. Services you just don’t even give much thought before you comply, only to hear later about bad luck stories which only create more doubt and fear than you already have. You’re an easy target, and so many take advantage of that.

There is SO much talk about “protecting your personal data.”

[Even if you live “off the grid,” surely you hear some of this. You may think you’re smart by staying “offline.” If you can handle every aspect of your modern life without any dealings with one of these pathways that seems risky to personal information, I salute you…and wonder how you do it. There sure seems to be plenty of pressure to get in line and submit information and other things, one way or another.]

But, why should we need to protect our data when we aren’t doing anything intentional to endanger it? And, why should anything we do to protect something cost money? If I shield something with my own body, is that costing me money? And, what exact amount of money is going to guarantee what I want to protect will be spared from destruction or theft? [I don’t think anyone has a good answer.]

Sure; we may need to buy something made by someone else to improve our defenses. Back in “the day,” people would invest in armor, shields, etc. to defend themselves. If you’re roaming the countryside, some vandal might try to assault/rob you, and it’s good to be protected. But, isn’t it better to make those decisions/investments without fear of what MAY happen? If you’ve never had a problem with vandals on your road trips, why stop now to buy something you’ve never needed? And, if you take a hint/warning and make a better path choice, couldn’t you avoid the problem that would otherwise require investing in better protection? Also, if you acquired the proper knowledge/skill, couldn’t you gather your own supplies and construct your own protection?

[Instead, we’re teaching people how to code and cheat everything under and beyond the sun.]

[Insurance companies all over the place will be flailing their arms, right now. How inconvenient it is to have to make wiser decisions when you could let someone else, at cost, manage those issues (and still not adequately resolve all concerns).]

Once you start investing in what COULD happen, you give up control over reality and living in the moment. Are we always supposed to live in fear of the unknown? Don’t therapists (get paid to) curb such fears, telling us not to project what is not actually there?

[And, insurance companies make it their business to get you thinking about them. So, I guess, being afraid of “what if” helps…er, pays someone. Do therapists ever thank insurance companies? I wonder.]

Isn’t this like “growing up” and ceasing to tremble at the thought of what might be lurking in the dark or under the bed?

If you are using personal data to achieve something, why should there be any obstacle course or threats lurking in the shadows? If you go to your refrigerator to get something to eat, do you need to defend yourself from fridge pirates and gobble-ins? [See what I did there?]

Why does it seem like every basic function we want to perform is threatened by something we must then fear…but not fear if we invest in things that “protect us.” We are being steered like cattle into scary situations for no damn reason other than the benefit and profit of the “mongers” who do this crap to us.

And, before I get into more of the little or not-so-little things we contend with, I’ll address the question that’s bound to pop up.

Well, what can we do about all of this?

I wish I had an Einstein-worthy answer that resolved everything. It sure would cure my fears. I really don’t know what can be done to fix the big problem. I just know there seems to be as many people out to cause a problem as there are those who wish to live without one. And, it’s also possible that there are many of us contributing to the problems of others without intent simply because we’ve been coerced to go along with various procedures. Your compliance could be giving other people grief.

My fear wouldn’t be nearly as troubling if I had and saw more people acting with confidence (not exaggerated), being friendly (not flustered or rude) and doing what needs to be done without submitting to those things that I suspect (if not know) are contributing to the problem. Seeing someone do something you just know is going to cause more distress is like living a nightmare. And, my life has been riddled with nightmares. [Sweet dreams? What are those?] If I was with someone who was living life wisely, even if they were working hard at it instead of relying upon all the latest conveniences, I’d probably sign on with them and forget what’s troubling so many. [I wish I could say being a farmer was the solution.]

I will say this. Convenience seems to be a HUGE contributor to the problem. Whenever someone says their service to you or their product/invention is convenient in any way, proceed with caution and do not be swayed by the reduction of “you need to do something to make this work.” I’m sure many of us would rather go without work, without laboring at anything. From the dawn of time, humans have been crafting tools to reduce work and strain on the body. But, we’ve shot past the simple tools that are the bones of physics lessons and gone right into excessive ways to manipulate people. We’re putting the screws and levers to each other instead of that stone block we want to move.

[Yet…the opposite of convenience shouldn’t be torture or any form of manipulation. Just because something isn’t as convenient as it could be doesn’t mean it has to be troubling or abusive to the mind and/or body. We don’t have to feel mistreated or heckled for doing something “the hard way.” You might say this is like doing math on paper next to some jerk with a calculator. They do the math in a fraction of the time and then stick their tongue out at you, saying something unnecessary and cruel while you deal with your equation(s). Can’t we just do the math, use our brains effectively and efficiently, and not be taxed or intimidated?]

Technology that should be making communication and cultural interaction more…er…convenient…has become more intimidating and taxing than it ever should be. And, every aspect of life seems to be getting steered right into the digital unknown and bringing various financially-laced demands (like a masked thief with a gun) with it.

We’re told to protect ourselves, yet we’re getting “held up” by faceless people doing the very thing we’re supposed to avoid.

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Hey. You. You’d better protect yourself from ____. Now, hand over five percent of your money so nothing bad like that happens to you.

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Insurance. Service fees. Shipping and handling. Fees for things we failed to notice or read (sometimes because forms and policies are written by wordy individuals who get a sick thrill out of making pages exhausting and cryptic). [I often get accused by family for being one of them…but that is not my intent. And, I don’t get a sick thrill out of confusing or vexing anyone.]

There are those services and fees we SHOULD be aware of and consciously repaying…and then there are probably way more that we don’t know and shouldn’t have to face or fear. When you work with someone, face-to-face, and they do something for you, you may feel inclined to repay them somehow…and that’s how it should be. But, to pay someone for something you don’t know they did for you…that’s like a child hustling a parent for money before they do a chore.

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Can I get five bucks? I’ll mow the lawn for you. I just need five bucks, now. Why? Just cuz. You know I’m good for it.

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That kid could easily just go get a snack or do something he/she shouldn’t be doing with that money. You don’t know…unless you throttle them for more information and wreck the bond you have with that person.

[Now, imagine that “kid” is someone sending you a notice that says you need to pay a certain amount of money to get something you want, including an amount for something you don’t fully understand. They COULD just say you owe one amount…but why stop there when you can vex someone with other fine print and things that magically get people to cough up more money for things they don’t understand? You’re not just paying for the service/object you want…there are other “fees” you need to address which go with getting what you want. This is “convenience” yet not convenient for you but for those who collect the money.]

Insurance companies make their business out of WHAT IF, which is so often the thing therapists and sage individuals continually tell you to avoid. Well, how can we avoid pondering the “what ifs” if we are roped into insurance policies? They say the policies, which require constant supply of money to maintain (and, too often, to get the things we need them to do, which is too often additional money, not the initial/scheduled cost), take care of those “what ifs,” so we don’t have to worry. But, we still worry! And, crap still happens which sometimes doesn’t get resolved so easily by the insurance we fund. [Crappy service. Right?]

[Lawyers advertise their services like vultures waiting for someone to be hit with a financial problem, promising to make resolving the problem easy and “free” (until they win for you). I’m sure there are decent, respectable lawyers who truly want to serve people and improve order. But, there are others who suck up commercial space and time with what I can only imagine is rubbish. Can you imagine driving down a road and seeing some guy in a suit waiting on the side for you to have an accident? As soon as you do, they rush in with a briefcase in hand and papers to fill…for your benefit…right? As if.]

What makes matters more complex is that we have gone past the age of dealing with people face-to-face, rolled right past “snail mail” and fallen into the zero-gravity space of internet business. We’re interacting with others we cannot see, sending all kinds of data across the void, not knowing who may receive or intercept that information along the way. I don’t think there was nearly as much risk of someone raiding a mailbox to mess with others when we only had envelopes and boxes to process our needs. I’m sure there were a number of thieves who did their best to break into mailrooms and vaults where financial papers were stored and addresses could be put to vile use. It’s this latest digital era that’s really opens the doors to the unknown and people seemingly trained to do us harm.

A computer (or similar device), one that requires the internet to reach someone, some business, you need to get what you want (and, lately, sometimes just to function as a sensible computer), has the potential to be very helpful if we know how to operate it. But, instead and more likely, we operate it somewhat blindly and fumble, at times, with what’s supposed to be so easy. And, as so many spend increasing amounts of time with such technology, they (we) seem to be getting…dumber. [It doesn’t take a genius (or idiot) to tell you getting dumber makes you more open to threats and those who would take pleasure in troubling you.]

Again, you may want to avoid this technological hazard. And, if you are able to live completely free of computer usage (and dealing with forms/fees beyond your comprehension), I salute you. But, it seems like an uphill battle to get past and resolve this concern. I don’t have the solution. I just know something needs to be done, and I’ll get to more of the WHY, soon enough (though it should be apparent in what I’ve already been saying).

There are schools (and surely “training programs”) that teach people about all the wondrous things you can do with computers, including the things we should never be doing with computers. [Oh. But, you can get away with it and put it to your advantage…it’s so tempting.] And, with so much being pressed to perform on a computer, whether you’re a user or someone paid to do something with a computer, that technology has become the new playground littered with bullies and peer pressure, so much unnecessary intimidation taxing our minds (and bodies). People are taught how computers can be so convenient and helpful…and then some, who either were born twisted or get twisted by bad decisions, use that knowledge to mess with and rob people.

Remember what I said about you possibly contributing to the problem? You could be part of the problem if you let some offer that brings you money sway you into signing or doing something that ultimately troubles other people (or could even come back to trouble you). There are forms (and policies) you likely fill out that promise “refunds” and other forms of money which you may be working (or laboring) to earn…then get taxed…and somehow get some back, which makes the whole taxing thing just a little confusing.

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Hey. You owe me ten bucks. Give it, now. Okay. Now, here’s two bucks back. Why? Call it a consideration. Now, the next time you have twenty bucks, give me ten, and I’ll give you five back. See? I’m saving you money.

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WHY is all of the above so important? Well, if it isn’t obvious, when we give up control of our own lives and let these various policies and money-laced procedures lead the way, we cease to exist, we give away our souls and become batteries of some system. [I’ve previously written various pieces on how humans can be batteries.] We might as well be jugs of fuel if we don’t take account of and control of our lives. We’re taught and told things that give our lives meaning and value, yet, at the same time, we are too often de-valued by things that confuse and pressure us to comply.

I could ponder this all day and drive in circles, trying to get a firm grip on the situation. I realize there are elements in play that all mix and, in some way, either respectable or vile, try to make sense of this existence.

Order

It’s a not-so-fancy synonym for peace. When no one is making you feel threatened or uncomfortable, when everyone seems to be getting along, there is order.

There are people who want order (not the kind you place to get something you want) and those who either opt to or are enlisted to produce order. And, in order to achieve that sense of order, actions are taken which, unfortunately, don’t appeal to or make everyone happy. [Why? Why can’t order please everyone? I suppose some could bring up that line: You can’t please everyone. But, wouldn’t true order do just that? And, how does anyone please everyone?]

People talk about “living in balance” or “a balanced life.” But, that balance seems to always be in question. Other species continue to be a subject of concern. What do we do about the insects and wildlife getting in our way?

Economy

Economy is just how people in control (or who take command) and seeking order attempt to establish greater control and/or order. If people pay and trade fairly, they won’t fight or cause other trouble. By the sound of the word, you’d think it was for the benefit of all. By definition, it deals with the distribution of wealth. Well, why does wealth have to come into any equation?

I think “wealth” is part of the problem because it seems to instill thoughts of greed. If you have wealth, if you have control of some source of value (maybe all of the oranges), why part with them? Why share with other beings? What is it about “wealth” that does this to people? If we used a different word, like resources, maybe we’d be more considerate. Resources sounds like something we all should have. Wealth sounds like something one person stashes in a vault for eternity. If you have a wealth of safe drinking water…I imagine plenty of others are dying of thirst. Is that a pleasant thought?…you having all of the safe water, alone? When do we reach a point when we realize there is benefit in sharing resources? [It’s harder to share wealth, I imagine, because then it ceases to be wealth. Things lose perceived monetary value when everyone has them. But, that doesn’t reduce the OTHER value of those items.]

If we say Economy deals with the distribution of RESOURCES (versus wealth), I would say we are far FAR from having an adequate system of properly, fairly sharing. And, what’s extra tragic is how some places are flooded with resources and not necessarily greedy people in control of all of them, while other places are starved for those same resources (while, possibly, being “rich” in other resources).

Distribution is definitely a problem. But, money isn’t solving it. Money just delays people from being helpful when they feel they should get more for their assistance. If you didn’t have to think about money, if so many people weren’t pressing you to make and then give away that money (which still doesn’t guarantee you get all that you need or want), you could focus your eyes on the real resources and maybe consider helping to distribute them.

This is sort of like dealing with a “natural disaster.” You COULD get kind people to lend a hand and help prevent tragedy. But, it would cost money, because people have to step away from their money-managing lives to do something else, something that isn’t paying them. And, it would be risky to help, which goes against the insurance plans and such that people agree to pay. [Why would anyone take a risk if it’s going to cost them more, later? Suddenly, being helpful in a crisis becomes uncomfortable, intolerable, because it comes with a financial threat.] There is probably enough ____ to resolve the crisis, but there is so much added and potentially unnecessary pressure to consider the “cost” before providing or delivering what is needed. When we require money to make the world go around, being helpful becomes less convenient and almost impossible.

Sadly, I don’t think anyone, yet, has a good sense of maintaining an economy. There is too much temptation to take more than is right and cheat the system. If you’re not stealing, you’re the victim of it. That does not sound right, in my mind, for what economy should be. [Personally, bartering has always sounded better than dealing with money.]

When we place a value upon and give people a need to amass money, they turn away from the true purpose of getting what is needed. When people start believing amassing money is important, they seem to do anything they can to get more, which sounds like crime. Yet, it’s not the money that’s doing anything other than intimidating or troubling others. Money itself isn’t feeding you or keeping you alive. It’s just a tool of the economy someone has been trying to use to establish their idea of order. Money could go up in flames, tomorrow, but there will still be natural resources and a need for them. [Money is sort of an illusion standing in the way of equitable sharing of resources.]

Convenience

Some might say this goes back to the Garden of Eden. The “forbidden fruit” was so conveniently placed and held so much “wealth.” Convenience is a deceptive path to an easier life which too often is abused or misused. What is convenient for one will likely be inconvenient for another. Your convenience could upset another person or species. It’s convenient how we can claim land and drive out the native population. It’s just as convenient for insects to invade your home or some other wild animal to threaten your sense of peace and order. In a way, convenience is our human excuse for getting our way. It sounds very comforting…but at the expense of others. Yet, to give up convenience…wouldn’t that make life torture? Or, just labor?

Control

Control is a shade of Order, laced with Convenience. Order itself is not always convenient; you often work to establish Order. But, when you have Control, you can conveniently command Order (but that doesn’t mean you’ll easily get what you want or satisfy what is likely a ceaseless growth of want). Ironically, positive/motivational speakers (and modern “influencers”) are good at provoking you to “take control of your life!” And, rightfully, we should. But, how does one take control without affecting others? Thus, are we taking control of our own lives or tangling the strings of others?

Controlling parents are looked down upon for doing some questionable things to maintain their own sense of Order. Some, if not most, do what they do just to ease their own minds (and, often, dismiss responsibility). Parents can enjoy the things they like to do alone if they can just get their kids to stop making noise and demanding food. [So, why did you become parents?] Some people get infected with the notion that only they know how to do something right…and then whip that into the hides of their children.

People take roles/jobs that come with a certain measure of control. Their job is to help establish order. But, I think, too often, the drive or element of money is what makes decisions instead of a genuine desire to improve the peace of all living things (not just other humans). Even if you take such a job with good intentions, there are countless others in similar positions pressuring you to bend a certain way to get something they or whoever they serve wants.

[Is that sensible Order? Who is really in control of anything? How do we maintain control without upsetting a peaceful sense of order? Or, how can we stop trying to control and co-exist in peace?]

Population

We seem to have little to zero control over the size of any population. If you attempt to establish control, you’re an inhuman monster. But, Population is the driving force behind most if not all of the above. Quantity of living things (as well as the non-living stuff we accumulate) impacts decisions we make. It affects how we hoard or feel free to share resources.

[If you have a sandwich and are with one other person, you might feel kind enough to split that sandwich into two. But, if you have four other people around you, how can you all get enough of the sandwich to feel content?]

Other species go about daily conflicts, battles and wars of their own kind, under our human noses. We neglect to see what is happening as we process our too often financial concerns. But, they’re out there, competing for resources and eating each other. In a way, that’s what we’re avoiding and trying to avoid. Yet, that would seem to be natural order, in some sick, twisted way that only upsets the modern human stomach.

I’m not saying we should live exactly like other (savage) animals/beings, but is it possible even those other species wouldn’t seem so savage if everyone was able to get what they needed?…if communication and distribution was clear and fair?

[Now, we have to take into consideration that some species, no matter how some humans may protest, are meat eaters and/or eat other species to survive. I don’t think it’s possible to steer every species into a “vegan” lifestyle. And, if you did, I am sure, eventually, the plants would get a brain and revolt. And then, what would we have? A discussion for another day! That’s what. None of us decide what species eats what, no matter what you think you can achieve with science. And, if you attempt to mess with nature, you get nasty side effects, anyway.]

Bringing this all back to its initial point, we are being treated like cattle with bottomless wallets. We are living in fear that is not our own. It’s one thing to live your life, encounter something that is naturally a threat, experience fear and deal with it. It’s a whole other thing to have others prod you with their sticks, constantly, and tell you to do something OR ELSE. Those pressures to comply and submit funds you acquire however you get them are only complicating and depleting the very lives they want to milk.

So, there’s a bit of irony for all of you greedy manipulators. You are killing the cows you want to milk forever by injecting them with fear. Yes, fear can make a cow cough up milk…but it won’t always or likely be the best milk. When people feel good about what they are doing, they are more likely to perform better. An athlete afraid of hurting someone or his/her self is not going to perform with confidence and will likely get injured…then think about what that injury will do their financial security, not to mention functioning as a human being.

[Then, if you can handle thinking on yet another level, you take into account how certain people make their business, their means of profit, from managing people’s fears, their woes and concerns. And, as other people become troubled with the need to make money, they look for jobs. Sometimes, those jobs seem only available at businesses making money off of people pressured to pay to avoid the things they are coerced to fear. Wherever there is a job someone is less interested in taking, there is someone in such dire need of a job that they will get steered toward and take it. So, now, you have people subject to fear working for what I can only call “fear mongers.” Either the employees become like their bosses and start injecting others with pressure to cough up money (for their personal obsession to amass money/wealth) or labor away just to get through life, trying to ignore what their jobs are really doing (if they even know). That is a really tragic, messed-up vision of economy.]

Isn’t there a better way to get what you need and not intimidate/confuse others? Fear is merely the weapon of bullies who take sick pleasure in watching others wail and/or suffer. I don’t know what breeds such sick mentality, but it exists. [Some would call it evil.] If you benefit from others getting confused or scared (or hurt), I don’t have any nice words for you. You’re just wrong. Maybe it starts out as a fun prank. But, if you keep at it, you’re a monster, and not the kind people seem to be turning into cute collections.

I don’t have a concrete or satisfying conclusion to this statement. So, I’ll just leave it here for your consideration. Food for thought. Now, help make this world a better place for all. Please.

20
Dec
24

My Response to Aunt Resents Young Nieces (Ask Carolyn)

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Ask Carolyn (Hax) column originally titled “Aunt resents young nieces’ big salaries.”

Resenting the Young and Wealthy is a woman in her 50s with an amassing pit of acid in her gut due to, among other concerns, two nieces who are making more money than she ever will, assuming it took less effort and certification to get that kind of salary. It’s such a steep rise to wealth that the aunt is speechless and bitter, feeling her numerous degrees and lesser pay have been a waste of time. She feels unable to interact with the two younger women.

Carolyn…well, I’m not exactly sure what Carolyn managed to say in response. But, from what I gather, she’s basically telling the aunt to speak from the heart about her discomfort in the moment. That seems…simple yet difficult enough.

I don’t think the aunt got much help with her situation. But, yes, being honest bridges the divide. It might also crack it wide open!

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Resenting… Can I call you Auntie Resentie?

If you can bear with me, put on a pot of tea and make yourself comfortable. I get a little long-winded.

At a previous job, I went through a similar–though surely more minor–reality check when certain financial matters shifted, providing new employees with the same rate of pay as I had earned over time with raises. I was climbing a mountain just to get where someone else started. That didn’t feel good. In fact, it made me feel worthless.

I also have two nieces who, from a young age, thanks to two parents who did fairly well for themselves, financially, became what I’d carelessly refer to as spoiled brats, just because they had more luxuries, including more expensive cameras while I struggled with a lowly 35mm film and the most basic digital cameras. While I was counting pennies to book my first trip overseas, they were traveling as a family and on their own, touring parts of the world I could only dream of seeing. [And, they didn’t invite me.]

I felt small and insignificant, though I was their uncle, older and taller. I had nothing to offer them that would satisfy their young interests. [Every Christmas season, I’d hear the Little Drummer Boy song in my head…because I had no gift to bring, and I’d see their eyes roll. Their uncle was “being cheap, again.”] I couldn’t and wouldn’t afford anything that could compare to the wealth they already had. I didn’t even have the motivation or desire to get more information on what the girls liked because I could already sense (perhaps in a paranoid way) the tension, the noses in the air. Holidays gift exchanges quickly became unpleasant moments I wanted to forget.

And, in frustration, I withdrew from that branch of my family for a long while. I just let my sister and her two very fortunate, globe-hopping kids live their life of luxury. I wrote them off as some royal family who popped up in the news but didn’t directly impact my life. I had to keep going my own humble way.

The winds of change blow, pandemics happen, and, suddenly, the family that drifted apart is slowly slipping back together. Financial windfall isn’t what it used to be. Nieces, as well as other members of the family, are facing a bit of bad luck. Globe-hopping is off the table, for now. People who once seemed so much higher and taller didn’t look so big, anymore.

Are we all suddenly one big happy family again? Heck no. [Insert non-mocking, sympathetic laughter.]

Even now, when I feel compelled to tell the stories of my humble travels and other experiences, I can hear the eyes rolling and feel the differences between what I did with what little I had…and what THEY did with all that they had. No matter what I say or do, I’ll always be “smaller” when compared to and in the presence of certain members of the family. I feel like I’ll never be the great explorer who puts his flag first on any landmark; I’ll always be “second,” at best. [That is a terrible way to live.]

What I am trying to say is that I think I can sympathize to some extent, though I don’t have multiple degrees. Take a deep breath and realize the world is changing beyond our control. As much as we’d like to say we have a grip on everything, that thinking is deceptive, an illusion. Your part in the world’s development is both big for yourself and small overall. Your greatest achievements, as rated by standards of your generation and those that follow, could be reduced to dust in a year.

[Which is why we have to value ourselves, as sad as that may sound if you don’t have an inflated ego. We have to find value in our own actions, words and achievements and ignore any rating the media or other voices give them. If you are an actress who never gets an award, are you still proud and/or happy with your acting? Or, did you eat crow and kiss feet, accepting roles that didn’t truly please you? Did you get your degrees to please someone other than yourself? If they mean something to you, there’s your wealth. It’s just not in “cryptocurrency.” If you have a dusty relic, take it to the Antique Road Show and hear it’s only worth a few bucks, do you pitch the worthless thing or retain its personal value?]

You’re a different generation. That’s the simplest and biggest answer to this discomfort. You are my Windows Vista laptop saying, “Hey! I’m just as good as that new model! I mean…we had a good run, right?”

[And, right now, my nephews are shouting, “What the (bleep) is Vista? Uncle (Writingbolt)? You’re so old.”]

You’re not exactly obsolete, but, within a relatively short amount of time, new models have swept the globe and are hastening things along. [And, actually, if I didn’t have an unfortunate accident with my Vista laptop, I’d still be using it, today. I love that little computer. It had…has style.] You’re still a good little computer that could. But, there are faster electric train engines, now.

Don’t get too caught up in who has more or less than you. Fortunes rise just as they fall. Times can and will change.

If you think these two are being “tone deaf,” it’s just as likely they will turn to you and say you are “clueless.”

If you persist in feeling diminished by their good fortune, I’d throw that intent to “guide them” out the window, right now. Whatever you have to offer them will sound like a dusty old joke. Your textbooks don’t matter to them. They’ve already had other education and are flying high above you, now. You can’t be Theodore Roosevelt, waving your big stick and hunting bears, and expect someone focused on a TikTok video to hear you. [Yet, if I was old Theo, I’d think up a strategy to get the attention I want.]

Instead of trying to be a mentor to two blossoming women, competing with countless others on the rise to some new status for all womankind, try to be their friend. This will require finding at least one common interest. [Can you manage that?] It turns out even the most wealthy struggle to retain good friends. You could try being the exception. [That is…if you are still more motivated to try than I am.]

Offer to spend time (and maybe a little money) with them, grab a drink, have lunch, etc. On such little ventures, you might–might–try to “educate” these young women. But, don’t expect much and anticipate backlash. Instead of “educating,” you could try talking about what matters to you and ask what matters to them. See if there is anything they are struggling with and try to offer a solution. [Again, don’t expect much.]

Just to be safe, pick or agree upon a location that isn’t too close to your heart; keep it casual. Do not spoil a favorite hangout. [And, don’t sully one of their favorites, either. Don’t go to their favorite restaurant and lose your mind when you see the price of one item or fuss over a tip.] If small meetings of minds turn out okay, you can try stepping up to something bigger like sharing a trip, road or otherwise. Remember. You’re not the “old, poor” aunt; you’re a friend. But, if they show you disrespect, you can remind them of your elder status (which they should respect, regardless of income, if they value family…if).

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I’m going to hit the breaks and pause to say I probably have no business offering advice on this matter because I haven’t bridged the gap between me and my nieces. I’m not a success story speaking from experience; I’m not a bestselling author with a motivational-speaking empire at my command.

I should heed my own words. But, there are more cooks in the pot than just two nieces. I have more problems on my plate. The nieces are small fish in my sea of concern. Feel free to ignore my advice.

It’s difficult for me to even speak about the arrangement of uncles/aunts and nieces/nephews because I haven’t had the best relationship(s) with my own. I have always felt like a pauper and have been treated, by my own parents, like a child that should remain quiet in the presence of elders. I’ve been left to sit on couches, where I’m supposed to behave until someone needs me to “put on a show.” Even as an adult, any time I interject myself, I feel as if I am speaking out of place, inappropriately. I never feel fully welcome or appreciated. I’m either “too much” or too little. Some of my relatives are very loud and obnoxious; they may smoke and drink and sound bossy. And, I’m supposed to put up with that. Others are very quiet, peace-loving and can get upset by the slightest outburst from anyone in my immediate family, including me.

Though none of my relatives have made a strong effort to be my friend, for whatever reason, I am trying to be a better person with my nephews. I’m, in my own way, being a role model, even if no one seems to appreciate my efforts and don’t respect my limitations. I try to be the person I wish my aunts and uncles would be with me (and ignore the scolding of my other family members). I do my best to stay informed about what the boys like, curb what I think is wrong, share games and be open to discuss the things I wish adults would have shared with me (so I’d be more informed and less afraid of the unknown).

If they become the tech giants I fear they could be, like your nieces, I’ll likely lose touch and drift aside, as I did with my nieces. There’s only so much I can tolerate and do, even if that sounds like quitting. Hopefully, what I’ve contributed will bear fruit, and my nephews will respect me, even if I can’t comprehend what consumes them.

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If booking such meetings is too much to bear, if these nieces can’t even make you feel comfortable with that much, skip this suggestion and ignore them, completely. If you cannot get through to them without heartache, let them figure themselves out. If they have any heart, they’ll come around when they mature. [Maybe, when they’re ready, they can assist/mentor you, if you are receptive.]

Think of your nieces as two rich snobbish kids in your own school, instead of two heartless tech moguls wrapped in gold and jewels with cellphones strapped to their hands. They’re not ideal pals. But, maybe, you have something in common, yet, which can spark a friendship. Feel free to ignore them if they respond, “AS IF!”

If you find yourself forced to be in their company and they treat you unkindly, you have a right to be discontent and bitter. However, realize the bitterness you hang onto won’t improve the situation. That alone should keep you from turning into the witch on a withered hill. Out of mind might be a better strategy/outlook. If you can’t interact with them kindly, let them be and put them out of mind. As I did, go your own way and let THEM come looking for the missing piece in their family if they want it.

When you can’t figure out how to fit yourself into a family puzzle, let the family puzzle figure out how to fit you (in). If anyone asks why you’re distancing yourself, then, I guess, that’s when you have to come clean about your discontent and deal with the side effects. Until then, you’re a valid shape and part of the bigger picture, which is our world. Two nieces, who make you bitter, are just a small part of that bigger picture with which we still have to contend. Hopefully, you have other “pieces” you CAN interact with which keep you content and happy, so you don’t have to focus on the wealth of two.

06
Nov
24

The World as You Know It Might Be Ending…

……in two or three months, depending upon how fast US government can act with a madman and his INSANELY rich allies in power.   If you wanted this to happen, you’re probably holding a pistol in your mouth or looking for some pill to end your life on the planet.  If you think the Republican Empire is going to save you and make the world better than it is, you’re really out of your living mind.  I don’t care what promises they make to get your vote.  That bribe will go right back to them when they deem you obsolete.  So, if you thought voting RED was the self-destruct button you needed to press to avoid–what?–a WOMAN president?  Even if she was incompetent or supporting something you didn’t LIKE…not liking something is not the same as giving power to someone with countless charges against him for things that would make you and me bankrupt before we could breathe our first breath of the day.

In short…

The world may be ending in about three months.

Hope you enjoyed it.  I do NOT hope you even remotely enjoyed destroying it.

Final thoughts?

Writingbolt OUT!…maybe forever.  Any final thoughts I could have seem pointless.  I already feel like my freedom of speech is vanishing. There won’t be anything left once we’re all drones and batteries tossed in the crapper.  You may be penniless with the Democrats, but you’ll still have your soul and no violence in places people SHOULD be working together for the benefit of all.  Oh, look.  I said something, after all.

Want to change the world?  Apparently, that involves getting rich and taking on the role of president while your financial backers have their way with the world, not your way.  So, accept what bribes you will and think you have money until the real “brains” take it and the rest of the world from you.

*poof*

04
Nov
22

Political Ads Spell No Good for Anyone

I can’t think of a better title to reduce my thoughts to a handful of words. But, I can sum them up with this. If all U.S.A. political ads are true, then no one deserves the jobs we, the people, vote to give them. If everyone is as bad as the ads say, why vote for any of them? Yet, if we vote for no one, who will manage the laws and order of the land?

Surely, we cannot manage ourselves without stepping on toes and launching attacks at each other. That’s one step from going back to the days of clashing kingdoms, except on a much smaller scale, probably with some silly technology battle thrown into the mix. Instead of being the superior force with a crossbow or cannon, we’d use an “app” or drone to do our bidding.

But, as voting day approaches…and even months before…the ads keep coming, closer and closer together, until you cannot blink or breathe without some political spore of discontent being thrust down your throat.

If the ads are NOT true, then why can’t we drop all of them and get back to clever, colorful ads which used to make TV worth watching?…and not just the P and G parade of monopolizing, mind-bending products. Why do people continue to get upset over these ads if they cannot trust them; if any of what they say is false, anyway?

[Of course, I realize, there are people who “have lives” and don’t bother with television, particularly commercial breaks (when they can skip them). So, for them, this is of little to no concern…and makes the ads even more pointless. What a waste of money and time just to get a stressful job which could lead radicals to attack you in your own home. One wonders what promises of wealth drive politicians to even dare the gamble. Who is offering them the life of King Midas?]

What’s worse…

People become divided by the choices forced upon their two-party, democratic brains. Heaven forbid you dare to mention your political interests or favored candidate(s) in casual conversation. Do you want to be shot or stalked by dangerous rebels who tote hammers?…or labeled fools by the offspring of supposed sage and powerful business types who actually get the chance to make legal decisions for you and run your country?

Election tactics suck for everyone.  They are more grief than good, worse than taking bitter medicine or hazardous pills that risk ending your life with unexpected side-effects. I’d rather die from a heart attack than put someone in power who makes the next eight years of my life torture. Gosh. If that right there isn’t an ad for suicide…

Do you see how sick and wrong all of this is??

So, what’s the solution?

I still say it. The first step is eliminating the two-party feud. Stop pitting the Montagues against the Capulets. Enough blue lasers versus red lasers. You get elected by your virtues and merits, not what party you think empowers you to bombard the other side with bullets and toxic mud. Don’t divide the very people you intend to help and represent with mad, scandalous behavior and potentially false accusations about the opposition.

When there is no longer the stupid color-war divide, there will be one less reason to fight each other (versus working together to resolve the problems and challenges confronting us). We cannot go on blowing off the real issues by falling back on the infantile basics of color or name differences. Your dad or mom might prefer to think Republican, but that doesn’t mean you need to be fed red baby formula or reject your blue uncle. And, none of my relatives should turn their back on me simply because I don’t love their choice of candidates as much as they do. That’s…just awful. And, shame on my family, for one more stupid reason.

I’ve now got a pit of bile in my throat. So, there is no nice way to wrap this up with clever prose. As one coffee lady once said, I’m verclempt. Talk amongst yourselves. Discuss.

When and if you’re ready to side with me, as a member of what I call the PURPLE party, let me know. It’s about time we gave the UNITED states of America its proper footing. Or…we just chuck the whole thing in the crapper, let the world fall into chaos and go back to slinging flaming rocks from our castle walls. Either way, I’m going on as a lone survivor until a higher power decides differently. And, I am not taking the side of Red or Blue. You want me to salute your banner or take up arms for you? Try not threatening my life, not telling half-truths about the competition or not making false promises.

06
Oct
22

Happy Thoughts Are in Short Supply

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Unable to sleep the other night, I decided to go through some CDs I have collected (much the way someone would go through “vinyl”, except I don’t have one of those dusty fabric/cardboard boxes stashed by a bookshelf). I desperately needed some music to clear my otherwise troubled head. But, in my quest for happy thoughts, I, instead, found volumes of what can only be described as heavy, deceptively creative persuasion to do greater harm to oneself. [I’m not going to say the S-word. You get what I’m saying…or not.]

I transferred a few songs/tracks to my computer for future projects I might compose. And then…I looked over the majority of music I have gathered…and saw only misery, self-torture.

Rare are the gems, like Ingrid Michaelson’s “The Way I Am,” which is a happy-er love song with a reassuring vibe (not lustful, deceptive or vengeful…yet there are a few little lyrics which don’t agree with me). Elton John’s “I’m Still Standing” is a rather personal and bitter pill to get over a bad relationship, despite its light, swift and upbeat notes; it is a great piece for exercising (good “cardio”). He has other somewhat upbeat songs, but they tend to drag me into mourning past relationships; some have a distinct “blue” tone (though he made a whole album about a yellow-brick road and often wears red-tinted glasses). I knew a woman who didn’t want me to listen to Elton John because it would only remind HER of a past relationship that failed. [How do you stop listening to music you sort of like just to please someone you want to remain good company?] Katy Perry has a few songs which definitely help keep you moving, and she’s a Scorpio Rat (year)! Some would say that’s a self-destructive type.

I remember, vaguely, how I acquired the CDs. The ones I went through last night came from a sort of yard sale; someone was discarding their previous misery, and I didn’t realize that. I just saw CDs I didn’t already have which had tracks I knew were played in movies and/or on the radio. Why I felt I had to acquire these, I don’t know.

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And, that, right there, is a sign of humanity losing its way. When you purchase something that doesn’t have a definite personal value (not simply filling a void in your life), you are hurting yourself and, eventually, others, as well. [Yes, Cranberries; what’s in our heads?…the zombies of humankind.]

The Cranberries are a key example of misleading record sales which, in a way, are similar to misleading “bestseller” books that don’t deserve that title for any reason other than a publisher mass-producing them for sale. If you know the most famous songs put out by the Cranberries (circa 1994), there are two semi-romantic, semi-upbeat songs and one “power ballad” which is very emotional and particularly angry. Their fame was built around those three songs. I never heard any of their other tracks on the radio or in any movie. But, the happier two “hits” were definitely in movies (I recall).

Countless CDs (and other album formats) are sold without adequate (prior) sampling. And, even if you get to sample the music, do you really get to hear the whole songs before you buy? Thirty seconds of a song too often leaves out the lousy part(s), which is just as deceptive.

There are many, many bands and artists putting out songs that speak to “youth” (or “teen angst”) and stimulate dark thoughts; so if you wonder what makes a kid go do something shockingly violent, it’s not just a lack of sound parenting, weapon availability or recreational drugs…it’s likely the music in the air. In fact, one of the bands I like (which I’ve grown to admire for using easy-to-understand lyrics) lost its lead singer some years ago. Poof. Dead. A father…took himself out. Why? Have you listened to his (band’s) music? It’s actually tragic, angry, depressed, violent. I question my own interest. But, like I said; they speak clearly…and I can relate. And, that scares me, just a little.

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If I try to pick out a collection of music that makes me happy, I seem to struggle with the task. But, not because I’m depressed or angry at the world. It’s because musicians don’t really put out happy songs, anymore! If you find a remotely happy song, it’s:

A) Dated (from an era when people were drenched in drugs and puke-worthy colors). Those songs are maddening because they use lingo that no longer delights and seem to have zero grasp on reality. [And, back then, there was just about as much sexual and racial upheaval and ignorance as there is today.] In order to lift someone up, you need to be able to grip and lift their weight. If you ignore the weight, there’s no lift.

B) Suggestive, meaning there is a sexual, financial or drug-related element which is foolish and dangerous. If the song’s answer to life’s problems is to get drunk, blow cash or mistreat a potential sex partner, that’s not helping anyone. It’s just more trouble.

C) Instrumental. Now, this isn’t terrible. But, even instrumental music has its limits. One, I can only listen to the five or so happier instrumental pieces I’ve found so many times before I feel like I’m trapped in a horrid retail chain (or an opera, where the language is foreign to me). And, two, without helpful lyrics, I’m, again, back at that place where the “dated” songs send me. It may feel nice for a moment, but it’s not helping me get on with my life nor appreciate what I have (which, to be quite blunt, isn’t worth writing a song about…not a pleasant song, anyway). I don’t need a fifteen-minute symphony that has two minutes of familiar joy and thirteen minutes of sedating filler.

Speaking of instrumental music, there have been some pieces, among those I recently sampled, which have GREAT, powerful instrumental tracks and good vocals (including the Cranberries and Nickelback) but questionable and/or unclear lyrics. If I could strip away the negative, confusing voices, I’d actually have decent music for meditating and stoking creativity. I suppose this is the challenge/problem that has existed ever since I first “tasted” music. There are countless songs that have a pleasing beat yet questionable and/or lousy, repetitive lyrics. It’s a real shame because the artists behind the instruments get slighted by their leader, potentially turning a whole album of work into rummage-sale refuse.

Now, if you have any brain cells left and remember the 1980s, you might say I’m blind to that decade and all of the joys it produced. [Or, maybe you are a child of the 1970s and addicted to disco.] I know the 1980s well. And, sure, there are a number of stimulating songs which can prod you to dance. But, other than love songs (which need not apply to a life void of happy relationships, for now), I don’t see much of a difference from the music of later decades. Some of the songs I grew up with were deceptively suggestive (if you could decode the subtle–and some not-so-subtle–lyrics).

So…

In short, the majority of music available to me has become like untreated, brown water, sitting in a puddle, tempting me to satisfy my thirst, taking advantage of my low defenses.

I also don’t think true, lasting friendship exists or is endangered. [If you say you have it, just ignore me. And, aren’t you just one of the lucky few.] If you make a friend, something takes that away from you…love/marriage, school, a job, war, a plague/disease, etc. Friendship is like a balloon; it only looks pretty and stays afloat for so long before it disappears.

And, love, if you are so fortunate to find it, is too often misused and misunderstood. If I can say I’ve known love, it exists, like friendship, in tiny pockets of memory. I retain moments I shared with someone I never grew to hate; they left me, but their value remains. They taught me something. They got me out of my comfort zone and helped me learn/try something new. They inspired me.

Yet, just like those who clear out old CDs/music, I continually need to dump the emotional baggage that crowds those valued memories. And, I realize this habit will likely compound (hinder) future relationships…because who really enjoys hearing the stories of past friendships/love that go with souvenirs your new partner refuses to discard? I know someone who keeps albums of photos from past relationships; what good does that serve except remind her of happier times when her present disappoints? How can you say you do and fully love someone if you can just as quickly dive back into the past to relive a romantic highlight from what fell apart (and learn nothing from that past)?

I guess music cannot help me (either), right now.

Was there ever a time…? Will there ever be a time when helpful, happier music outweighs the dark temptations? Isn’t there more to enjoying life than inappropriate sex, violence, greed, waste of assets and drug use (including alcohol)? Or, are those of us who haven’t “indulged” just wasting our time? Perhaps, we should “get on with it” and die sooner (rather than invest in one more “insurance plan”).

What’s in YOUR head, reader? [If you’re already a zombie, I probably won’t get an answer.]

29
May
22

Questions Are Pointless


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Are you ready to become more manly? ‘Because, typically, men don’t like to ask questions unless they’re motivated to sound mean; nor do they like to ask for directions (unless you are me). ‘Because I’m about to blow the need for questions right out of your vegetable mind.

Questions are a pointless, useless waste of time. If you listened to your gut instinct more often, you’d probably find more answers to your own impulsive questions.

Who has time for answering questions? Hardly anyone. And, anyone who DOES take the time to answer a question usually starts to get uncomfortable if you ask them a follow-up/second question. [And, like a certain brand of chips, who can resist asking more than one question?] Why? ‘Because they are on some sort of clock and/or under the scrutiny of someone “over” them (in the employment food chain).

If they are a lowly employee at some department store, they know some boss/supervisor is expecting work, not talk, from them. Sure, satisfying every customer is priority, according to the PR manual. But, according to the management manual, which trumps the PR manual, there is no time for talk, much less answering questions. Instead, the lowly worker should focus his or her energy on tidying the workspace, even if that space looks sufficiently tidy or will be returned to its present untidy state within the next half-hour (because the messes never stop when customers refuse to respect the store and fail to keep a firm reign on their children).

If they are a higher-paid professional, a doctor or dentist, for key examples, time is money, and your contribution for one visit isn’t worth the professional’s precious time. They have a string of appointments booked to tap multiple pockets for moolah. The more people they can see in a day, the the more money they bank. You might need to know a number of things about a procedure you need, but if those questions don’t feed a vending machine with something bigger than a dollar, you’re not worth the effort.

Similarly, a waiter/waitress might be given a bigger tip for being extra nice/helpful, but there is no guarantee one really good tip will outweigh ten tips from as many customers tended in the same amount of time. And, there’s no guarantee even the best service will receive a great tip. So, even if the waiter/waitress asks YOU if you have any questions or need anything, keep your response brief and to the point. There’s no time to socialize or ask questions when the staff is on the clock.

If you are not at work when someone asks you a question, you might be otherwise occupied with some kind of technology. Isn’t that the norm, these days? If you’re not sitting at some computer, more often a laptop than a desktop, you’re thumbing a device which is more computer than it is phone or using some sort of music-generating machine to distract yourself from the lackluster reality that is your life. So, when someone comes to you with a question, they’re just disrupting your self-therapy or addiction…unless you’re a YouTube-er answering viewer questions during a “live feed.” No one about to snort some white powder off a mirror or suck on a pipe wants to be disturbed by a bothersome chunk of chit-chat, much less a buzzing question-fly. They want only to hear their own thoughts for as long as they can stand them before drowning out those thoughts with some sort of mental distraction. And, I know I just said questions are distracting, but no one wants that kind of distraction. So, take a number and then go toss it in the trash. No one wants to take your call (unless it puts money in their bank).

Have you ever called a hotline or customer service to get an answer? Did you sit on the line long enough to become restless, annoyed and/or otherwise uncomfortable? There’s your answer. No one is “available” to take your call. You want answers? You’re going to wait until it hurts. And then, maybe you will think twice about calling for answers the next time.

[Notice the difference when you call to place an order or transfer money. It sure seems like service picks up speed when you do. Have you ever waited to contribute money to a charity, like PBS when they have their more-than-once-a-year telethons? I doubt it, unless the delay is caused by a lengthy paperwork process for claiming one of those “thank-you gifts.”]

I’ve already written about celebrity interviews, more than once before. Interview questions are stupid. And, so are the answers. The people answering the dumb questions sound like they’re applying for a job. And, the answers are as static as the questions. Everything is “amazing” and/or “wonderful.” No one among the staff and cast was a pain in the butt. Nothing negative will be shared in the interview. [Am I being redundant? You betcha. And, so are celebrity interviews.]

So, you see? Questions are pointless…worthless…annoying and distressing.

‘Got a question? Answer it, yourself. FIND the solution. Don’t expect someone else to give you one. If you want to lose money asking questions, that’s your loss. Other people want to keep making money with their precious time.

The next time you feel the urge to ask a question, slap yourself (and try not to lose/break your eyeglasses). Maybe that will produce an answer.

If you are now more reluctant to ask questions, after reading my rant, do you feel more manly? Do you see any new chest hair or whiskers on your chin? How does it feel? Good; right? [Well, not the hairy part. No one really needs to be that hairy. But, that’s a rant for another day.]

[If you answered any of the above questions, you’re not ready, and we have a lot more progressive work to do.]

 

22
Nov
19

Clothing an Ecological Hazard? As If!

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What’s this about eco-friendly clothing options, now? Clothing has become a landfill concern, like plastic bags and broken electronics? That’s crazy talk.

If clothing is an ecology concern, then the real root of the problem is our old frenemy, the economy. Long ago, someone wove an elegant spell which convinced countless souls to control the world through the demand of money in exchange for goods and services. Before long, people wouldn’t lift a finger without coin in hand. You see traces of that in rebellious children who don’t help their elders unless they are paid to do it; allowances, wages and such rubbish.

But, what puts such thoughts in someone’s head? Are adults to blame for passing it on to their children? Sure, parents tell their children they cannot have something unless/until they get a job and buy it themselves. That happens.

What is more common and suffocating, though, is the omnipresence of influencial media. Whether it’s the “old” way of jabbing your cranium with TV and radio commercials or the “new” mutation of pop-ups and the like on everything Windows-fed or Apple-based. I don’t own one myself, but I would not be surprised if someone had a watch-like device they wore on their wrist that could fire an image, a slogan, a salespitch a motivational message to do something financially-stimulating, simply because the technology we trust is powered by the economical machine.

There was a time when inventors invented things and struggled to make them last. Then, as their talents improved, inventions became durable marvels. But, some dark soul with financial aspirations, some golden-touch entity said, “Make it breakable so they will buy more.” And, if that’s not enough, the sales pitches have been non-stop efforts trying to convince you that new is better than old (even if a place called OLD Navy continues to thrive in its own way), that today is better than yesterday. Rubbish.

Back to the topic at hand.

Ecological concern over clothing? Try less impulse shopping. You might have to turn down the pop-culture, song-of-the-season commercialism and focus on necessity, on sustainable comfort versus temporary pleasure. Try lowering prices on cheaply made crap and charging price for genuine quality that you can guarantee to endure or replace, at least, until your value is proven. Because, these days, the brands that boast reputation have fallen so far from their old standards. I used to count on Jansport backpacks for lasting an eternity. I haven’t owned or bought one, in a while. Do they still hold up to their good name? I wonder.

Renting clothing? Can you believe there is such a thing? I can understand celebrities renting dresses or suits for some award show/party. But, everyday folks renting what they wear more…regularly? No way. No thanks. If I am renting clothes, I might as well consider myself a prisoner working in a laundry room for hundreds of other lost souls. I just can’t do it. I will not wear used clothing, mainly because it is my strange belief that used comes with history. And, I don’t want a stranger’s history attached to my body. It would be like wearing the suit of a man buried just last week. Sick. I can’t and won’t do it. And, I seriously doubt my decision will have any ecological impact worse than 98 percent of the human population.

If you want the honest truth, I wear my clothes until they pretty much bust. As of right now, I am due for a new wardrobe because most of my clothes…at least, the clothes I wear regularly, casually, are showing signs of decay. They’ve become senior attirizens and cannot be kept alive on deceptive drugs and poor caregiving. I am going to miss these clothes when I finally have to dismiss them from active use. I don’t know what will become of them, either. But, I really don’t care to think of some less fortunate soul wearing my rags.

So, really, is this an issue? Clothes in landfills, swallowing up Earth-space that we just cannot spare? Has the world gotten so lazy and careless that we have to be so concerned about every thing we do and use? Water, land, air… Have we gone so far to misuse our precious resources? Are we worse off than the days of excess hairspray and fossil-fuel emissions? Oh, wait, that’s still going on; isn’t it? This is just a new phase of pitching the same cry for help.

And, if clothes in landfills are a concern, then maybe we all need to stop wearing clothes and just start living in the nude in the woods and wherever we feel fit. Clothing has been around a very long time. I have never read of a past stage in human civilization that had a problem with such rubbish. If it is our present-day concern, then I put full blame on the economy and all of the excessive push for impulse shopping. That, dear fellow humans, is the enemy. Not the shirts on your backs.

I’ll give what I heard on TV one point. They said maybe people need to stop looking at shopping (for clothes) as a pasttime. Indeed. Well said.

[But, you want to know what’s a bigger landfill concern than clothing? Try about a million new toys people are trying to put up for sale, toys that often sound and look alike and are made of the smallest plastic parts, which are sure to become a hazard before they get famous. And, the ads just keep coming and vanishing; letting me know the toy didn’t last and is probably being added to a landfill as another takes its place. Yeah; let’s talk about the excessive use of plastic for merchandising. And, let’s knock on Disney’s doors and tell them to keep the noise down, because they’re motivating others to get their 15 seconds of fame and 100 years of landfill space. How can any kid truly love any of these toys that seem lacking in inspiration, lacking in repeat use/fun and lacking in quality to last? These are not beloved characters from historical stories like Archie and Marvel comics. Although, now that Disney has taken the reins of Marvel merchandising, that’s gotten out of hand, too.]

Yet, I know some older folks who seem to have nothing else to fill their days. I dealt with them as customers. I deal with them as family. They are lost for what to do with their less able selves. So, they turn to “bumming” just to “get out of the house for a while.” It’s kinda sick; ya know? It’s a sickness, and it’s sad.

Buy clothes that will endure and satisfy you for a long time, not just one day. Wear those clothes and care for them like children. Get the most out of your clothes, and your dollar, and you won’t likely have to worry about them harming your environment.

24
Oct
19

$1,000 for the Makers of G5 Games

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I recently invited people to join me in playing an online/offline game made by the G5 company. Since then, I’ve sampled two of their very artistic…and very vexing *free* hidden item games. If you are familiar with the games, then you will likely find what I have to say fairly amusing. If you have no idea what I am talking about, feel free to find out for yourself or just carry on with your mindless scrolling.

Dear G5 Games,

I am so pleased with your work. I’d like to offer you $1,000. I know you normally ask for less to buy various starter kits, chests and whatnot. I’m saving time and being generous for all your wonderful artwork and…ehem…time-killing entertainmennnn-tah. But, there’s a catch.

To collect this $1,000, you must find it in a picture, a picture that is very dark and blurry like a bad painting of a barn in one color, a picture set at *Magister* level. And, the money will be disguised as a thin silver thread, like a slender antenna, which blends in with about a million other brush strokes in the blurry painting. It’s a very dark picture; so you’ll likely need a flashlight (which is quite useless and only lasts five seconds) or a torch (which is slightly less useless and just as temporary). Just to make you feel better…or worse…I’m going to surround the item you are seeking with dozens of other things you’d like, including other dollar amounts, money bags, etc. Oh, wouldn’t that be sweet. But, no; they are just there to distract you…like so many pictures we players must search over and over and over and over and over and over again, looking at all the objects we normally cannot find so easily, laid out in front of us, mocking us.

Even if you find the silver thread, which is no bigger than an eyelash and partially hidden behind another section of the picture, you’ll find it difficult to click on. If you get weak, you can just wait a day to recharge and try again; or spend a few talismans to rev yourself back up in a fraction of that time.

But, wait, there’s more.

Before you can even reach this picture, you must make a journey of a two hundred and eighty-five levels, gathering three billion coins and unfathomable “experience.” Are you up to the task? Cuz you sure put us players to it!

[You go from needing 20,000 coins to open one portal in Twin Moons to 84,000?! And, to rack up that kind of coin, you need to get combiners that are only available in portals miles upon miles ahead of what’s accessible, spend countless hours making what is available even more difficult and expensive than it already is…or buy our way there? You folks are cruel and nuts. You might as well just make all the portals accessible at no cost or need to collect a billion bitty things and just sell the game for $20 in a form that can be installed, uninstalled and reinstalled with ease, and call it a year. Because you are proving there is no “fun” in “game.” Like some video games of the past, you have lots of nice graphics but are lacking elsewhere. I’ve been tempted to try some of your other games, but I reaaaaally don’t want to go through more of the same grief. Wait; I am having a psychic moment…the big solution at the end of the game, the answer to the mystery…oh, there our missing elder man is, in the final picture, like reaching the end of Candy Land. Big whoop. By the time I get there, I’ll look back on all the time I invested in the games and cry.]

And, should you succeed, you may come away with any number of other useless items for combining one of your many random collections of images which the characters in the games fake caring about for flimsy reasons…or no reward at all. You might solve the picture and get nothing. That happens. Right? But, do try and try again and again, searching a thousand times if you must to find that lucky thread of payment. Then you can spend it on more useless stuff in your own games…or pay a small portion of a medical bill…maybe something for your eyes.

So, aren’t you glad I sent this payment? Aren’t you glad you made these ridiculously challenging and frustrating games that can crash, show pictures that don’t belong in the games and lose progress gained in a blink? Thank you for making them *free.* Now, I’d like my eyesight, time and heaps of patience back. [But, lovely artwork…the not-the-least-bit-creepy parts (not just about every male character that looks like some secretive killer), anyway.]

Sincerely, your pal,
Writingbolt

PS  The recent Halloween festival in Secret Society has been remotely refreshing, considering it didn’t involve a glitch…though that last glitch was somehow tied to downloading another of your games which does not seem to recharge energy and follow the clock/calendar of the other…as if you just cast that old child aside.

21
Aug
18

Conditional Friendships, Lousy Incentives and Switching to Find Fleeting Happiness

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You have two people who want to be your friend. One cannot guarantee they will remain your friend if you do anything to upset the friendship. The other says you can make one big mistake and be forgiven without any change to the friendship. The second person sounds pretty reassuring; right? But, what happens if you do anything to upset the friendship after that first big mistake?

What’s the news flash here? No; it’s not about not being perfect. It’s about “changing rates” of support. When all someone can offer is a temporary incentive, is befriending that source worth the investment? You wouldn’t want someone to give you a contract of conditions to be their friend or, even more impacting, their lover. Why would you want to gamble with something like insurance?

I’ll give you another scenario.

You want to pay someone to do a job for you. Person A wants to do the job at a consistent rate per day, and, if they’re really nice, they will let you know that rate up front. Person B will cut the price in half the first day but says nothing about what the job will cost you the following days. Person B is hoping to snag your attention with the first part of their offer before slipping the hidden consequence under your rug. And, to make matters more complicated and/or interesting, both person A and person B suggest “switching” who works for you at some unclear point during the time required. Switching also comes with an incentive similar to the one offered by person B. However, though no penalty is discussed for switching, the effort will likely wreak havoc on your workspace, rob you of privacy and put financial information at risk.

Does this sound like a game you want to play? If not, why the frhekhtehtlwbwe are we subjecting ourselves to this crap in all things financially binding? Why do we have so many ads pressing us to “switch service plans” and dodge “contracts” when it seems just about every source is selling the same garbage? Hubba, hubba, hubba…who do you trust? And, if the answer is no one…or if you play the switching game that’s presented to you…how exhausting this life is. It’s barely living. It’s running a hamster wheel before dying in a heating duct.

Wake up, people! How do we disconnect and stay connected? Start thinking and get out of the doldrums, all you Milos out there. [I’m telling myself, as well.]




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