My Adventures in Social Media

Yeah, sure...I should be working on a project for work that needs to be completed in about 14 and a half hours, but the events of the day have just compounded; this week has been trying my world in regards to social media. On both Facebook and Twitter, it has been challenging this week and both for different reasons. Sure, I do feel a little silly saying that people who reside inside my Chromebook and phone have the ability to rile me up so, but the fact that they are real people and not just some fictitious virus or known unknown is why it is a little disturbing.

This week, my troll on Facebook raised its ugly head again, this time under a new pseudonym instead of duplicating my account, and they started to slander me on the local news site, accusing me of saying such horrible things. After my experience of being an outcast nearly everywhere I have been, I would pretty much be the last person to tell another soul that they should kill themselves. This troll has been harassing me for a while now, and I still have no idea what they want or what the goal is to their mayhem.

Today culminated the loveliness of social media, as I awoke to a direct message from someone I follow on Twitter and Instagram. Apparently I am a dominant person on her timeline and she told me that she was going to unfollow me for posting too many pictures. On a picture sharing site. I wouldn’t have had a problem, nor even noticed if she unfollowed if it wasn’t for her message telling me that she was unfollowing me. I really don’t care who follows me where (unless it’s to the bathroom, then it’s just creepy). It escalated to me venting about not only her but the week in general, only to have her reply to me, and then delete the tweet about me needing to grow up and stop playing the victim. Then they (her and a friend) made an Audioboo about me, basically calling me a dominant bully. I am not sure that neither she nor her followers realize that not all of my tweets were about the exchange.

But...if the words fit or strike a nerve, then maybe it says more about the reader than the writer? Anyway, I just felt like sharing and getting the irritation away from my creativity. Time to finish the remaining 6.5 pages. Oh, also kicking around the idea of starting a podcast or forum. If you’re interested, let me know. If you wish I’d change how I am living my life, by all means, let me know that too!

Steady in a Centrifuge

Yes, it has been a while since my last blog post, but life has a funny way of taking up time. Well, if it wasn't taking up time, I'd be dead. If by such a theory, then if life didn't take up time, am I writing this from beyond the living realm? Perhaps.

School is starting back up this week, and I find myself surrounded by nitwits...again. I often think I am a magnet for such individuals. I also have to attend a residency later this month, which will be a challenge. Not the topic, but rather the interaction I will be required to do with such twats. At least it will be more tolerable, as I have a reason to resist killing or flogging my classmates (or at least to be crafty enough to not get caught).

I made the trek successfully from Oregon to Texas, and am settling in nicely. I have never felt so supported, understood, and appreciated as I do here, which I feel fortunate (and sometimes not worthy). We have our happy, albeit dysfunctional, dog family, who aside from the occasional barking match, get along well. 

Work is picking up again, as just this week alone I have five projects due. It's nice to get back into my routine, as that is how I thrive the most. Some are able to tap into their creativity anywhere and anytime, but that is not my style. In order to write, I need a clear desk, some good audio entertainment to please my ears and stimulate my brain (usually BBC Radio 4, music, or even a Greg Proops podcast...aka "Proopcast"). Some good coffee and a snack are good additions too. By "good coffee," I don't mean some overpriced, over-commercialized trendy brew, but rather a quality bean, freshly ground, and brewed at home in my French press. It is so much better than drip coffee, and not as pretentious as "Starfucks."

Sometimes I think I am just going to school to obtain a piece of paper that will give my writing more credence, as I am not really a "people person," and have zero tolerance for potential clients who either complain about piddly crap or are stuck in the victim role (and happy there). I may be too harsh of a counselor for some clients.

Okay, back to work. Oh, and for any freelance writers out there in the blogosphere, I can recommend the Samsung Chromebook. While I still need to keep my old laptop for a few things (Grammar checking, language translation, and printing), it works well for my needs. It works fast, doesn't make my hands sweat by the heat that accompanies most laptops, and I don't have to worry about losing my work.