It’s a crazy world these days. Tech has become overly complicated. Support is thin. Chat-bots (not very good ones) try to handle the questions but are geared for less initiated people than me. It’s frustrating. You get a person on the line and THEY need help to give you help.
Often not local, they are low paid and scared shitless, deathly afraid of making a mistake. They don’t give their names, yet you have to give them yours – sometimes sensitive information for “security” purposes. The MFA can be its own worst enemy (or yours!)
It can take talking to multiple people to get to an answer, if then. You may be thinking, “how on earth can I get help? What are these people in charge of this thinking?” No contact with reality. What do they think you have – endless time? I don’t.
I often get so frustrated I blow my stack which I know isn’t nice and I feel terrible about later. They are just trying to do their jobs and they are probably doing their best and can’t help the system in which they work that was devised by some “geniuses” somewhere else far away.
After awhile, I call time and just say nevermind. Today, I was told that my issue would be resolved quickly – 24 hours! Yikes. That’s quickly? And I pay for this with a premium support plan? Really?
Or you have to go through five techs to get to someone who can help. That’s fun. I sit and hold up fingers. One, two, three, four, five, six! At least some of them are better than others – smoother in the transitions and the calls don’t get dropped – the dreaded dial tone… Argh. Or silence of the dropped call…”hello? Hello? Hello? You’re not there, are you?” As if they would answer from the deep… Sure.
I end up helping myself nowadays more often than not, just banging through the old troubleshooting ways I’ve honed since the dawn of time… Permissions. Files. Wrongly formed paths. Misdirected links. Something blocking something else. Yeah. Nothing changes much. Sigh.
No, I won’t go get a job doing the thankless job of tech support. Why? Because of people like me! I’m their worst nightmare. Sadly. I need to think about being extra nice especially to the nice ones – the surly ones, not so much…
When you think about it, we are set onto the path of our journeys to eventual demise from the moment we take our first breath, naive and innocent, launched off the launchpad of our mothers’ wombs.
Most of us are pre-wired for wonder. As we rapidly mature at first, then as aging does, the process slows down, we divert into a number of directions of pulls or pushes into interesting positions, many in pursuit of figuring out the meaning of life before we get to the end.
We have our families and our other people in various roles with whom we become acquainted along the way. Some enter, some exit, some return and disappear again, never to return. Life is rich with experiences, both positive and negative. Emotions and feelings are always present despite some people saying that they shouldn’t be. Give that up! We’re humans. Not rocks.
We often can look back to understand where we’ve come and the relationships with people near and dear as well as the difficult ones. Friends, lovers, family and those with whom we have worked or had as neighbors – all are a part of the long acts of our lives – some scenes are shorter than others – some are dramatically ended, leaving us to contemplate in sometimes painful reflections.
Some experiences are so traumatic that our spirits may reach close to a breaking point. The layer of spiritual existence integrates within us being in ranges from vacant to intense. Some of us experience these variations and others stay steady with faith to survive the tough roads that we sometimes face. Directions and decisions. Conundrums depending on the complexity.
With age comes wisdom, but the paradox is that wisdom becomes relevant the older we get and the frustration is that we have difficulties with communicating with those younger who do not appreciate wisdom. Ageism is a bitter pill to swallow.
Music and expression. Those are gateways between our past memories and the relevance of now. The hope lies with our present experience and past understanding of how our lives integrated with others, both human and animal, spiritually and physically, the connections and contacts at all levels.
What gets us through the days and nights that are harder than others? It’s up to our own strengths to be able to rely on ourselves. We learn by being independent and confident in situations that are challenging. Figuring out how to understand when we need help and when we can solve it ourselves.
The wildcards are health…and dangers from nefarious people seeking to steal or destroy just for the delight of terror and torture. These characters have been around since the dawn of man. Yet every day we are reminded more of these than of the good in humanity. Shameful as it is.
With health is the genetic component we can’t necessarily change. Learn from your history and those who are genetically connected. It makes total sense and is the purpose of that capability within us. We can do our best to survive despite.
To cope and alter, to modify and still enjoy life. That’s it. That’s the secret. Have wisdom. Enjoy while you’re here. We can’t know what’s next.
I just don’t get it. It certainly seems like the world is going bonkers right now. The whole planet. One thing leads to another… As predicted it seems. I’m not as sensitive as some, however…
The Doomsday Clock. Nostradamus. The Book of Revelations. The Farmer’s Almanac? Well maybe not the Farmer’s Almanac… but certainly, enough people are doing crazy stuff as well as our ongoing experience with “the virus” (doesn’t that sound like it’s out of some dystopian movie?)… Finger pointing and blaming. Scarcity. High tensions. Saber rattling. High stress. Anxiety. Good grief, we can’t ask what’s next, because “what’s next” could be really much worse than what was before!
Salvador Dali’s melting clocks always come to mind.
The Persistence of Memory by Salvador Dali
We’ve referred to the weather often on this site.
Because if it isn’t hotter than hell, or what we imagine hell to be in terms of warmth, it’s either raining cats and dogs (sorry cats and dogs!), or snowing like it’s raining cats and dogs and burying everyone in snow, or flooding, and burying people, places and things in muddy silt which is worse than snow because floods pick up all kinds of “nasties” that later get deposited wherever as the water goes away, the mud and sand and literally “shit” stays behind in a toxic goo-like gluey stuff that gets hard and is hard as hell to dig out.
Man oh man. Is there any good news?
I would think that some of the Oscar winners are happy, but then there are always people that go, “oh, she shouldn’t have won that” or “him? why him?” or whatever… Debbie Downers.
There is so much going on that is bizarre, none of it really funny – unless you think wild hog invasions could provide some sort of humor, or pythons coming north… Imagine – pythons getting into New York, then there’s another “hell freezes over event” – uh oh. Frozen snakes! At least they’re not on a plane!
The worst is hearing of kidnappings, and the toddler playing with Daddy’s gun and shooting another toddler in the face, killing him (or her). A three year-old shoots a four year-old. What are these people thinking? They’re not thinking. That’s the trouble. Dumb, stupid, ignorant – pick one.
More tragedy, more politicians deregulating guns, more after effects of deregulation…but, no – they are not truly “de-regulators”, they are regulating vaginas instead, or sexual preferences, or what kids can learn about history, or books related to certain subjects… It goes on.
The cross-pollination of religion and politics. Our founders did not think that the two should mix. I think we know why they thought this.
The people who have co-opted Christianity, taken it hostage, and are holding it for ransom… those who have created the “big friendly” mega-churches with the pastors who ride around in their Cadillac’s, Benz’s, or Rolls, or fly around on their own private jets… We pay for this with our tax dollars! Criminal!
“Cowboy Church” where gunslingers come inside to worship. The most totally bizarre concept ever. Back in the day, there were… wait for it… missions and churches, and nobody called them anything but. What would they say now?
Saying that they are “for the family”, when that is just a code-phrase – they are for THEIR family and that’s about it. The concept that they have in their heads of how they are “protecting life”, when the next moment, children are being slaughtered by crazed angry usually guys with military-grade weapons who can mow down multiple children and adults with them in less than five minutes. This is the complete hypocrisy of what these people who profess to be “conservative” believe. I think that they are master-manipulators, con artists, and snake oil salesmen…
There are a great number of “good” Christians but, they are not in your face or across the news pages… That is not a part of being Christian, the flashy headlines, the constant recruiting, especially the grooming… Just saying.
Something extremely self-righteous and pious about the chronically angry white conservative evangelical males (especially), and holier than though stuffed up Botox faced females (that’s even more irritating)… just rubs me the wrong way. It’s hard not to say something like, “get out of my face”, or “you’re really full of shit”, or just to test them, something in another language that they cannot understand. That’s not Christian behavior. That’s the hard part. Turning the other cheek. Keeping your mouth shut and watching it all.
I know what my grandmother and my mother would both have said – and it’s not nice.
OK, I’m not nice, then. Not about this, for sure. I’d rather just sit it out, the whole regular church-going thing. Holidays, I love to celebrate. I find meaning in those. My church, yeah. But to visit one of “those” churches where the shiny people present themselves as “Christian” yet underneath they are racist controlling awful personalities? Nah. Just to go and walk around and feel awkward amongst people who you don’t know and likely won’t ever – nah, that’s okay. I’ll stay home and avoid the close contact, especially now.
Somehow the lines are not as distinct so much, not supposed to be, rather, but then they are. My mom and grandma would not set foot in a Baptist Church, a Church of Christ, or any of the “evangelical” churches. Only occasionally would they set foot in another non-liturgical church – but, they would go to a synagogue or a Catholic church before they would go to sit with the Baptists. Something must have happened to them one time or another. Something did to me. The taste never wore off after that episode. In my adult life I’ve been in other churches just a few times to weddings or funerals. I just try to avoid the stress and the conflicts that these experiences produce. Plus, they always have their hands out for money. Uh, that would be a no.
Mixing Religion into Politics is a Destructive Recipe
Anyway, religion hasn’t helped much of anything in our world that I can see. Greed has just about destroyed it. And the former president of the USA and several other former presidents of other countries who emulate him (or maybe he them?) are the epitome of all of these horrid character traits rolled up into tangled balls of hot mess.
Right now with these extreme conservative thinkers (that’s an oxymoron for sure), they are hell bent to push their religion on everyone through legislating their morals, yes and it is indeed a weird mix. The combination of “freedom” with the 2nd amendment for everyone having a gun at their disposal no matter what type and who you are, to the high restrictions on women’s ability to control their own health and whether they have a pregnancy or not – this isn’t freedom – nor is freedom to be who you want to be whether you were born that way or not.
These yo-yo conservatives (hah! actually extremists) want only certain freedoms that they want and they are very picky but, for other people not so much. Their interpretation of Christianity is as warped as we’ve seen interpretations – as if the whole time they profess their religion they have fingers crossed behind their backs. As if we’re going back to the dark ages, rolling back the rock to a time when everyone had muskets and women wore long skirts with lots of underwear. It’s truly bizarre with every headline you read, to think that these people are in control of a lot of stuff.
It makes one wonder: if there is a God, what is God thinking about all of this? Is God just waiting until there is a certain point or line or polygon and then…
We don’t know. But, thinking about it makes my head hurt and some days… It makes me feel very crazy – like am I the only one that thinks that all of this is extremely nuts? Hmm? Clowns. A bunch of clowns. And guess what, they really just want the power to push people around. I just want a sign that says, “Our governor is an asshole bully” and be done with it. But, don’t get me started… this time. I’m done here…at least for today.
