I rather
ached when I got up this morning. Perhaps I’m getting too old to be scrabbling
about in tunnels?
Over
brekkie I started watching the first episode of the new season of “Orange is
the New Black”. I watched for about half an hour; an hour is rather long
for an episode. I’m hoping the Netflix app remembers where I got to.
I had a
quick look at the Internet – having been invited to join the astro club’s new
Facebook page I had a look-see at it. There wasn’t much on it. Apparently
following yet another behind-the-scenes squabble someone with admin rights
deleted the club’s old Facebook page, so they have set up a new one.
One post caught my eye. I particularly liked the bit about “We pride
ourselves on running an open and friendly group, and we would like to keep it
that way”.
At every club
meeting for the last two years of my involvement, the person who wrote that
line would turn up, see who I was talking to, walk over and stand between me
and them with her back to me. She would loudly then start her own conversation
with whoever I’d been talking to whilst deliberately blanking me.
I can’t help but
wonder if this sort of rudeness still goes on, or was it just purely directed
at me?
I shall
watch what happens on the Facebook group for a while, but I don’t really want
to get involved with the club again. It just became one big argument. Rather
like the new secret geocaching Facebook group I joined and left yesterday. I
posted one comment to the group and was told to stop whinging and whining, and
to shut up. I’ve since been asked to re-join that group. I must admit I’m not
keen.
The
trick to disagreeing is not to be disagreeable as you do it.
Social
media could be *such* a good thing…
I set
off for work. As I drove the pundits on the radio were interviewing some
fifteen -year old child who had just won
a million quid in the world championships for some X-Box game or other. And
he didn’t even come out on top. Others won even more. Doesn’t this speak
volumes about our society in that prowess in a child’s game is valued more highly
than being a surgeon or a judge.
There
was also an interview with a pair of parents who are trying to have school
assemblies banned. Their child hasn’t gone to the school assemblies for years.
Being excused from assemblies isn’t a new thing; there were children who didn’t
go to assembly when I was at school fifty years ago. But the parents were quite
rightly saying that assemblies are predominantly a religious thing. The same
teachers who are teaching maths and science and literature are spouting pure
fairy-tale gibberish in these assemblies. The parents are taking the line that by
pointing out the patent nonsense of the religious claptrap undermines the
teachers. If the religion is nonsense, will the children trust the teachers
when they deliver proper subjects?
I got to
work; there was cake. Today wasn’t a busy day, and I spent much of the day
peering out the window. There is a grassy area outside where I work. A lot of
people picnic there and sit about. One young lady was there today. With legs
that went all the way up to her bum, her skirt was about eighteen inches too
short, and it was no secret to anyone that she wasn’t wearing any
undercrackers.
It made
for entertaining viewing.
With work
done I came home. "er indoors TM" and I walked the
hounds, then as she sorted diner I unblocked the dishwasher. A tedious job, but
one which didn’t involve any arguments. Quite frankly I’m fed up with life’s
squabbles. I’d rather unbung the dishwasher than make any more futile attempts
to be sociable.
Today
was all rather negative, wasn’t it? (Apart from the cake and no knickers bit…)
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