It is Friday! End of the work week, the beginning of the weekend, and it’s Friday the 13th.
I hope that last line doesn’t prove to be foreboding.
Yesterday was an interesting mix. Sadly, one celebrity died, a woman who was never really going to get a chance to just be herself – Lisa Marie Presley, the only daughter of Elvis Presley, died after having a cardiac event, at 54 years old. She had lost a child to drug abuse a couple of years ago, and I can’t imagine the toll that must’ve taken on an already broken soul. She was raised with fame and fortune, and ultimately, that was her undoing.
Fame & fortune. She was born into it. I can handle fortune. Fame has a different price tag.
Made the mistake of calling out an old friend on a post rife with bovine scatology. He posted something to the effect that right now the conspiracy theorists are “winning” 37-0. I guess I made a mistake by asking him to list them. That sort of challenge was the straw that broke the camel’s back. “How dare you ask me to back up my BS with facts!”.
I think I can get by without him. The guy pretty much put me on a shelf when Trump got elected, so this isn’t some monumental shock.
I spew BS from time to time. I admit it. And if I have facts to back it up, I present it. If there aren’t facts to back it up, I admit that it is exaggeration and hyperbole.
I get it. I’m abrasive. I challenge people. I don’t apologize for hurting people’s feelings as much as I probably ought to… maybe I ought to open every single sentence with, “I’m sorry, hope this doesn’t trigger you, but…”
Yeah, that sounds like a jerk thing to say as well.
I’ll try to do better. Might work out, might not. That friend dropped me on social media, and it will probably not be the last time some GOP conspiracy theorist finds my challenges offensive.
I doubt it will affect my sleep patterns.
I’m going to get out of here and get started with my day. Time to put this post in the can.
I hope the world is treating you better than you deserve.
Peace y’all.
