Lost in the crowd…

Each year at this time, as the clock strikes midnight and the door opens with a new year waiting on the other side, we often wonder how much life will change in the months ahead. One thing, at least for me, is the superficiality of various social and business related gatherings, the masks people wear, the lack of genuine listening, all which highlight a common truth in that true and honest connections can be difficult to find in settings such as these.

Let’s face it, we all have a desire for empathy, for someone to ask, “are you okay” or “do you need anything”, both which speaks to a fundamental human need for validation and support.

We have all been forced into environments which have drained us, most exhausting and yielding no real fulfillment; we need to prioritize such spaces where we can be our genuine self, being part of an organization, a community, where people accept us for who we are, rather than what we project. It makes all the difference when one opts not to follow a crowd to avoid getting lost in one.

Somewhere along the way, we often stop caring, we simply stop asking and that’s likely why it feels that we’re drifting apart from established connections, or groups, in our lives; likely a textbook defense mechanism. We still meet with those considered friends, we talk, but conversations skim the surface and we chat about the mundane things, the weather, headlines, about things that really don’t touch what we’re really about. We talk so that we don’t have to say the real things, a quiet kind of sadness, the kind that doesn’t shout but just lingers in our background like a dull hum.

And maybe that’s the quiet tragedy, so many of us carrying invisible baggage, passing each other in various situations, smiling in photos, laughing at jokes, while inside we’re hoping someone will notice without us having to say a word.

From The Writer’s Workshop: Write a post in exactly nine (9) sentences.

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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…


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