Reflections On Facebook

Reflections On Facebook

I was recently one of the 30 million or so Facebook users that got hacked. I noticed it due to some odd things in my account. Suspicious, I ran a check and found some device not mine was watching. At first I changed my password then on reflection, canceled /put a DELETE on the account.

Then started a new one.

As of this writing, no friends on the “friend” list. 

I have thought about that whole “friend list” thing. 

I take it seriously. I live in wonder at how people can have a list of over 10 friends. Myself included. It demeans and makes a mockery of that whole word, “friend”. What ARE those HUNDREDS of people or names on some “friend” lists? They cannot be “friends”. Or perhaps that is what some think of friends as being: People they do not know on a list as a small image of a face or something else. 

Shallow.

Meaningless.

Ego?

Popularity?

Wall papers of faces on a page on the internet?

Who do you TALK to ?

Who do you trust?

Who do you feel you can turn to and open up to on that … “Friend” list? #317 or #42? Right: They are no numbers but names and faces. 

Lives?

Facebook encourages people to show themselves.

Some let it all out it seems but that is often only a projection. 

Some are so hate filled.

Grieving

Religious,

Preaching … happiness … materialism… a way to live…

Family,

POLITICS.

I got caught up in the political posting thing. It becomes to me a sick ugly thing. Ego. Anxiety and anger. Snarky humor.

EGO.

Return and return to “Ego”. 

The Face Of Our Egos social networking site.

Frail ?

Threatened?

Bold?

Bullying?

Angry?

Loving and kind

Confused and searching?

Probably all of the above. 

Again I return to that whole “Friend list” thing. 

WHAT DO PEOPLE MEAN TO US?

What do we mean to them?

Do we give a person on our “friend” list our attention or just have them as window dressings for our egos? Do they MEAN ANYTHING TO US IN OUR REAL LIVES? Do we think of them, care about them their lives in relation to our own?

I believe that NOW with a new Facebook account I will be sure to ONLY add or seek out those that have MEANING to me … and I to Them. 

That to me is what REAL Friendship is about: MEANING AND CONNECTION. 

TRUST.

Care. 

Being there for them and they for me. 

Being in lives

A part of me 

A part of them. 

Reflections On Facebook

Reflections On Facebook

I was recently one of the 30 million or so Facebook users that got hacked. I noticed it due to some odd things in my account. Suspicious, I ran a check and found some device not mine was watching. At first I changed my password then on reflection, canceled /put a DELETE on the account.

Then started a new one.

As of this writing, no friends on the “friend” list. 

I have thought about that whole “friend list” thing. 

I take it seriously. I live in wonder at how people can have a list of over 10 friends. Myself included. It demeans and makes a mockery of that whole word, “friend”. What ARE those HUNDREDS of people or names on some “friend” lists? They cannot be “friends”. Or perhaps that is what some think of friends as being: People they do not know on a list as a small image of a face or something else. 

Shallow.

Meaningless.

Ego?

Popularity?

Wall papers of faces on a page on the internet?

Who do you TALK to ?

Who do you trust?

Who do you feel you can turn to and open up to on that … “Friend” list? #317 or #42? Right: They are no numbers but names and faces. 

Lives?

Facebook encourages people to show themselves.

Some let it all out it seems but that is often only a projection. 

Some are so hate filled.

Grieving

Religious,

Preaching … happiness … materialism… a way to live…

Family,

POLITICS.

I got caught up in the political posting thing. It becomes to me a sick ugly thing. Ego. Anxiety and anger. Snarky humor.

EGO.

Return and return to “Ego”. 

The Face Of Our Egos social networking site.

Frail ?

Threatened?

Bold?

Bullying?

Angry?

Loving and kind

Confused and searching?

Probably all of the above. 

Again I return to that whole “Friend list” thing. 

WHAT DO PEOPLE MEAN TO US?

What do we mean to them?

Do we give a person on our “friend” list our attention or just have them as window dressings for our egos? Do they MEAN ANYTHING TO US IN OUR REAL LIVES? Do we think of them, care about them their lives in relation to our own?

I believe that NOW with a new Facebook account I will be sure to ONLY add or seek out those that have MEANING to me … and I to Them. 

That to me is what REAL Friendship is about: MEANING AND CONNECTION. 

TRUST.

Care. 

Being there for them and they for me. 

Being in lives

A part of me 

A part of them. 

Reflections On Facebook

Reflections On Facebook

I was recently one of the 30 million or so Facebook users that got hacked. I noticed it due to some odd things in my account. Suspicious, I ran a check and found some device not mine was watching. At first I changed my password then on reflection, canceled /put a DELETE on the account.

Then started a new one.

As of this writing, no friends on the “friend” list. 

I have thought about that whole “friend list” thing. 

I take it seriously. I live in wonder at how people can have a list of over 10 friends. Myself included. It demeans and makes a mockery of that whole word, “friend”. What ARE those HUNDREDS of people or names on some “friend” lists? They cannot be “friends”. Or perhaps that is what some think of friends as being: People they do not know on a list as a small image of a face or something else. 

Shallow.

Meaningless.

Ego?

Popularity?

Wall papers of faces on a page on the internet?

Who do you TALK to ?

Who do you trust?

Who do you feel you can turn to and open up to on that … “Friend” list? #317 or #42? Right: They are no numbers but names and faces. 

Lives?

Facebook encourages people to show themselves.

Some let it all out it seems but that is often only a projection. 

Some are so hate filled.

Grieving

Religious,

Preaching … happiness … materialism… a way to live…

Family,

POLITICS.

I got caught up in the political posting thing. It becomes to me a sick ugly thing. Ego. Anxiety and anger. Snarky humor.

EGO.

Return and return to “Ego”. 

The Face Of Our Egos social networking site.

Frail ?

Threatened?

Bold?

Bullying?

Angry?

Loving and kind

Confused and searching?

Probably all of the above. 

Again I return to that whole “Friend list” thing. 

WHAT DO PEOPLE MEAN TO US?

What do we mean to them?

Do we give a person on our “friend” list our attention or just have them as window dressings for our egos? Do they MEAN ANYTHING TO US IN OUR REAL LIVES? Do we think of them, care about them their lives in relation to our own?

I believe that NOW with a new Facebook account I will be sure to ONLY add or seek out those that have MEANING to me … and I to Them. 

That to me is what REAL Friendship is about: MEANING AND CONNECTION. 

TRUST.

Care. 

Being there for them and they for me. 

Being in lives

A part of me 

A part of them. 

On Breathing, A Meditation On Movement And Being Alive

The only real cause of death is that 

We stop breathing. 

To breathe we need to move

No matter how diseased, injured, crippled or scarred we are

We need to move 

To breath

To expand

Compress the lungs

To move 

Another inhalation

Another inch

Another mile

Another moment

Another year.

We are all diseased, injured, crippled and scarred

No matter:

We keep on moving

Drawing breath

In 

Out 

MOVING

And as we move we look around us and see Others

Diseased, injured, crippled and scarred

And if we can

While moving

Struggling to breathe forward, 

We can reach out to those others

Whisper, 

“Keep breathing

Keep moving

With my motion 

My breath

I will help you

To breath

To move

Just another moment

Another year

Another life time

Until our lungs stop exhaling

Inhaling 

And not moving…

We die

But dying, 

We did reach out past our disease, injury, handicaps and scarring

To help others

To simply move

Draw breath

And in moving…

Continue to live just a little longer 

Until that last breath. 

On Hate

Some people wonder why I find it hard to hate haters.

Because I know that Hate

Anger

Rage 

And so many other destructive emotions

All have a parent

A parent named, “FEAR”. 

Hate is borne of Fear

Anger,

Another child.

Those filled with hate are to me fearful children

No matter how big

How bad

How badass

They are as adults monstrous enlargements of 

Frightened children first crying

Then lashing out with anger

Then violence.

Adults with so much in common with frightened children

Children they often look and sound like AS adults. 

I was once a scared child but only cried much

I never learned to be constantly angry as some. 

I never went THERE with my fear.

I cleaned the fear off with tears

Then later fits of panic that never converted to anger

Hate 

Or rage. 

I never let that parent rule me

That parent of Fear 

That births the anger hate and rage. 

When I squint the eyes of emotional perception, 

At times I can, 

For a moment,

SEE an angry hateful adult 

As the child they once were

And ARE… somewhere very deep inside.

An innocent child

Probably a very lonely frightened child

THAT CHILD I look to

Embrace with a moment of emotional perception

And that momentary embrace,

Save me from poisoning myself with hate for Them.

Closure – Moving On

Photo on 9-15-18 at 6.49 AM

Today I went into an external hard drive, found a folder of photo of a recent girl friend, looked at them all for a moment, analyzed what I felt and then deleted THEM ALL. I did it this way to be sure I did not feel anything like wanting her again. Things were said recently that were a line that if crossed, kills a relationship TOTALLY. When someone gives me a list of words I cannot say. The message came out of the blue. Things had been doing a slow fade-out, out the door for some time. All the bitching was long done. I had given her an analysis of how fucking NUTS she was in a very patient you-need-to-get-help way. To someone that needs an intervention. A caring person. There was denial and then attack.

Line crossed fuck it I do not need this from anyone. 

I sent a nice reply of a few words of “have a good birthday and trip back to China”. Very nice of me. I felt nothing. No wait: I FELT TIRED. Extremely weary of being nice to someone that I once feared would kill me in my sleep when they came to visit me. Yeah, THAT crazy THAT bi-polar THAT personality disordered. As my friend Sammy said, she “gas lighted” me. Hey look over there at YOU!” Sort of thing. 

I know crazy.

I studied myself all my life and know my own.

I know the crazy in OTHERS when I meet them after a while and I am confident after thousands of dollars spent on therapy; many hours in it and much research, I am anxious about alien environments and travel but “crazy” to some dangerous degree I am NOT. 

I felt a bit sad and lost for a short time and recently picked myself up. I used-to do the get into good shape thing to please her and myself. NOW I do it for ME. Life and self affirmative. My body my mind do it for ME. It’s all positive. Back to the long walks and stationary bike rides. Pump! Get moving! Work hard and no more trying to appease someone else that accused ME of bullying but was a pint-sized control freak bully. Yeah she hit me for some insane temper freak-outs and I just let her. Me? Hit a woman? The hell if I would! Been that way all my life and proud of it. 

After doing considerable research, I recently chose an internet dating site to join. BIG WAKE-UP CALL ABOUT AGE! Last time I was looking was years ago. Before I hit 60! I look at profile photos and read profiles. I am in wonder at how many women have just let themselves turn to BLOBS. They should be honest and say their favorite activity is EATING AND SITTING A LOT! There are some very rich looking women that make me wonder WHY they are so wealthy looking and looking. AGAIN. Of course many profiles look like the same person wrote them: “ I love dancing, camping, eating out “ … and you are very very boring. Yeah. Many advertise their college education and want THAT same in a man. I do not have that. I look at them and think, “how shallow”. I advertise my good person inside. My emotional intellect. Recent photos are me with a slowly growing beard. Ok some do not like the beard and bald look. The opera loving factory worker oh how eccentric! But that comes back a big reason my recent GF and I broke-up: I have to be ME. No list of words and actions for me to NOT be. I believe I am NOT an asshole or cruel. I do not throw tantrums or scream and yell … as I did when younger and partial to drinking. Now I am super mellow man.  

On the dating site I have sent NICE unconditional messages to women. Compliments because THAT IS ME. Nothing threatening or creepy. It’s weird being 63 and looking for….

?

What?

Friendship?

Yes.

Not a sex partner but intimacy in a joyful way would be wonderful. 

I find it simple what people my age want with another: They don’t want to be alone and want good companionship without the bullshit of those they knew and once loved in their past. At least that is what I want. 

I look back on so many relationships in which WE agreed to stay together and try to work it out. It was naive and stupid at times. People need to see there are things that break relationships from the start. For example: MY DRINKING. Over 20 years ago. MY DRUG USE over 30 years ago. Someone’s temper. Not accepting the other person as they ARE. Nothing in common and too much in common. Money issues. Bigotry – my own included. 

EGO is, I have found the biggest problem with most people in the majority of relationships. Not being aware of it and thus blundering through life beating ourselves and others with it. Once we let-go of that to a great degree … we can find some equanimity with ourselves and others. In relationships though, it takes both doing that. 

I may be single for the rest of my life but I will continue self-growth and being a better person single or not. Now the new struggle is with loneliness. To not inflict it on others and learn how to live with it as I once did. That is not self pity. That is facing a new old situation in life. 

Of What You Could Be

When you saw me blind, 

I felt the motion of your turning away

Reminded,

“That could be me some day”

When you saw my scarred disfigured face and body 

Limbs missing from body

That ugly rash here and there, 

I saw you turn away,

Reminded, 

Wondering,

“Could that be me some day?”

When I stunk from my low life

My life of poverty

Unwashed 

Matted hair and beard,

You crossed the street to escape me

Disgusted 

Yet                  wondering (with a shudder of fear)

“Could I ever fall so low in life

Could that ever be me?”

When I lay dying

Then dead

You nearly ran from what was left of me

Not knowing why you ran

But I,

the last breath I exhaled followed you with the wind,

I knew:

I reminded you that you too would die some day

And part of your running 

Was running from the many deaths you could imagine for yourself.

Just as seeing me in so many ways

You turned from me 

And so many others

Reminded of what you could be

And finally,

Reminded of what you will be

The same as all of us

Scarred

Limbless

Homeless

Diseased

And finally… Dead. 

The Sickest Are Not The Obviously Mentally Ill

The sickest most monstrous people in our lives 

Our world,

Are those mentally ill that try to hide it

Hide from it in Denial

Defensive fights against seeing it

Knowing it

Acknowledging it. 

They point at others 

They pointed at me for decades of my life

Ridiculing 

Demeaning 

Taunting 

Bullying 

Because I

Because WE 

Know, 

Accept 

And seek help for 

The live with 

Our mental illness,

Normalizing

HUMANIZING OURSELVES

While they

The sickest 

Practice their sickness in the darkness of Denial inside

Growing a monster they hide

Pointing at others around them

Distracting 

Removing all eyes 

But not suspicions 

Of themselves.

They are the weakest

The most cowardly among us.

They will not face and know that monster in their own darkness

That sometimes comes out

Unleashed by Denial

Attacking those “sick” around them

Beating them with the labels of their ridicule

Beating them

Us,

I…

With their ever worsening

Darkening 

Monstering

Hidden sickness.

I can look inside and situationally KNOW AND ACCEPT my life long monster

See it in the light of my day mind

accept it

Learn it

Know it 

Try for a life time to try to heal it 

With compassion for that part of myself

Healing with open-ness

Acceptance

And humility.

My facing of

theraping of  my mental illness makes me stronger

I have

You have

WE have

The COURAGE to do all this

To face the monster

Monsters in our labyrinths

While others

Hide it

Hide their monsters

Growing them in their darkness

Their lies to themselves

Denials of suspicions by others…

(Until eventually the hidden rises

Consuming the guardian host in Denial

And becomes the Person

A monster of hidden mental illness).

Vision

The older I get

The more my vision fades

Cataract clouding slowly 

Snow falling cell by blurring cell.

The older I get

The better my vision becomes

Mind seeing more clearly than ever

The fainter shapes of people 

Objects 

Living things

The deeper I see all things

with ALL MY SENSES

The words of a friend a stranger

Music 

Wind through the trees.

The deeper my vision flows 

Smelling so many things

Tasting so much

It all becomes a way of SEEING 

Beyond my eyes,

A way of seeing with mind

With every moment of my past

My present life. 

So many so blind to only feel they can see with sharp eyes

So many so blind to take it all for granted

So many so blind to not slow down the flow of what they SEE with their Senses

And touch 

And feel 

All slower

All deeper

What we think we see 

With our eyes and senses. 

Impermanence

I was thinking tonight about a difficult relationship I have had with someone. It has been painful and yet I cling to it. 

The more we cling to something painful

 the more it hurts us. 

I know that life is impermanence

The more we fight against that fact of life

The more madness and pain we bring ourselves

And sometimes others.

We rage

We fight

We madness against what is so real

So natural 

That it hurts us… not wanting to let it go. 

CLINGING.

Change is a law of life

Impermanence

Wanting any kind of relationship to remain the same

With man 

Woman

Lover

Friend

Work

Any and all social environments, 

Creates pain.

Holding on as the Other slips away 

But it is not THEM 

Or Life situations that cause us pain

Me pain,

It is I

We

That Cling 

And Madness against impermanence 

Madness, 

Against Change. 

Learning to not grasp

To touch all 

As a Childs fingers dance in the wind,

We find a joining 

A peace 

Because we are with the Impermanence

Joyfully free 

WITH THE CHANGE.