Stories untold…

“Stories”, a Facebook feature, creates an avenue for sharing. For a limited period of time, people can post whatever they feel important, funny, even ridiculous. It’s kind of a fun app with the ability to get creative with music and graphics in order to make your story stand out a bit more. I like to focus on things a tad thought-provoking, sometimes supportive with a hint of needed valuation for those who take the time to read my offering.

Humor and things more political, well, I save that for Instagram, always with one eye over my shoulder for the IG Police. Call it my dark side, trust me, we all have one and the person in the back of the room exclaiming “not me” can be in the darkest corner of all. It’s human nature, you know? Those things we say behind closed doors that we would never spurt out in public? Certain areas of social media provide that platform for people with the hiding behind a name and professing everything from insults to idiocy. Free speech or just the breakdown of a public facade that would find someone’s mainstream friends and followers…shocked?

Whatever. How many times do we witness a situation, an event, and have to stifle an emotional response out of fear of being castigated by others? Quite possibly, our reaction might be shared by different people, they as well, also hesitant to speak out and vent.

At present, we’re theater-goers, sitting in a vast audience of the constant world drama on the stage that surrounds us, clowns to the left, jokers on the right and feeling absolutely stuck in the middle of almost undefinable chaos. (Had to work in the lyrics of that song, don’t judge me.)

Good, bad or indifferent, this is life at present. We all know where we’ve been and are hard-pressed to figure out what lies ahead, it’s a crapshoot at best. As I frequently say, and much too often, I so weep for the future while desperately grasping a few threads of positivity.

Meanwhile, I’ll venture back into finding some words of deep meaning to share, in an effort to ignore all things negative while convincing myself that there is hope out there. Somewhere.


Random thoughts…

Sometimes thoughts,  about anything everything and nothing in particular, march through my head.  They stand there, firmly planted, urging me to set them free.

No, no, no.  I’m not hearing voices and am not under some weird delusional umbrella.

I just think.  A lot.


Today, for example…

Our local school district (like most, I’m sure) has students getting their homework assignments on the school website.  Few, if any, workbooks or sheets are handed out by teachers to students.

What IF…students don’t have Internet access, not even a computer, or printer, at home?

This has to reflect a drop in the expense of materials to the districts.  And,  where educators are concerned, they’re spending less time in not having to deal with paperwork.  In our particular area, teachers rarely remain at school once the day ends and the majority of parents have to rely on contacting them via e-mail when attempting to address educational, or other, school issues.   What so many local taxpayers question are some teacher salaries here that skirt $100k a year but, sadly, those figures don’t represent educators who are dedicated to their craft, many are tenured and somewhat jaded, just waiting to retire.  Sad commentary on all the teachers looking for work who can truly make a difference.

Cutbacks, streamlining…but…our school budget continues to rise.


And this…

Anyone who has ever been involved with a group…PTA, church group, club…can attest to there always being offshoots within each organization.  Sometimes, they are a collective gathering of subversive-type members who hold their own little meetings behind the scenes.  These people have lots of ideas about “how things should be run” but all they do is…talk.  Then, when something doesn’t go their way, they pry themselves from some corner and insist their ideas are all that count.

It all boils down to the same people doing the same work all of the time while the idea men and women just sit in the sidelines and criticize.

Last one.  I promise…

I absofrickenlutely HATE Facebook’s Timeline!  Hate it, hate it, hate it!

Facebook’s asinine parameters for uploading a cover photo for a page majorly, well…suck!  851 pixels by 315 pixels.  No matter what I’ve attempted to work with, every damn photo looks like something from a distorted mirror in an amusement park.

Know what, Zuckerberg baby?  It wasn’t broke, didn’t need fixing!

You need to spend more time in finding some hairstylist who will give you a big boy haircut dude!  Stop screwing-up Facebook!


I’m done.  For now…