Why I didn’t post it…

THE PART OF MY LAST BLOG I DELETED.

"I've always found myself not wanting to use things, or buying multiples of something I like, so I'll always have a back up.

I even do it with crafting supplies, because what if I use something, then have an idea that will better utilise it.  You might say I'm a borderline hoarder. And a second guesser.

From a creative perspective you'd think having an abundance of supplies at your fingertips would be inspirational.  I find it a hinderance. How do I choose what to use? Had I a smaller range, choices would be limited, decisions easier. I often find myself weighed down with indecision and overthinking, rather than enjoying my options.

(CUE GUILT)

Sounds a bit trite to speak of such triviality over having an abundance of something. To be fair it probably is, if you want to compare it to a suffering child, which undoubtedly someone would. I find myself being careful with my words, as majority of comments I see of late are met with accusatory mentions of war, the plight  of the Palestinians, genoside.... Of couse it's a dreadful situation but attacking people that continue to live is not advocating in any way.  Reality is life and it's everydayness continues, If they didn't, we would be consumed by exestential crisis's.

Sad that even when I write on a simple topic I feel the need to balance it with a caveat that includes a mention of the mayhem around the world.

I was journalling earlier today, pondering how easily we have accepted the way life has digressed in the last few years.  Because really, what choice do we have, other than to accept what's happening. Of course we can jump up and down, be indignant, but the bottom line is, we are relatively powerless.  Who knows what's next? So I will continue to bang on with my ramblings, in hope that if nothing else, they are a distraction.

And I will use the things".

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Yesterday I wrote a simple blog that somehow digressed into a justification of my thoughts.

Everything I write, feels like it needs an explanation, an explanation for why I am daring to live, even to myself.

WHY? Because people can't share anything these days without being annihilated by a mass of angry replies. We are no longer permitted to behave in a light hearted manner. There is always someone at the ready to pounce with their whataboutism.

A celebrity shared they had a chicken coup built, and boom, how could you be so thoughtless, children are dying. I mean for fucks sake, really.

How does sharing something lighthearted get to be a target for strangers to unload there pent up vitriol. Yes there are atrocities, all over the world, but Ellen not building a custom chicken coup will not make an ounce of difference. Well it might to the chickens and the contractor, but not the dying children, and neither will donating the cost of the chicken coup to a humanitarian fund. Why should it even fall on her shoulders, and to be fair how do people know what stand she might be taking privately.

It pissed me off enough to have a say.

I'm so over people with their sanctimonious virtue signaling.

How does bringing someone else down advocate in any way. And as for tall poppy syndrome - get the fuck over it, there are people better off all around us. Someone being wealthy doesn't make them a punching bag for all that's wrong with the world.

The world has gone to shit and attacking each other on social media is part of the problem.

People are frustrated that they have no control over what is happening around them and in their lives, perfectly understandable, but guilting people for trying to live, is not the answer.

People feeling like they can't talk about trivial or petty things without being drawn and quartered is wrong. Maybe it's the trivialities that are making their lives a little more bearable, the light hearted banter, a distraction.

I don't really know what the solution is, but what I do know is the way with which anger and hatred have become the norm is not it.