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Commentary on commentary

I’m not really understanding too much about the purpose of online commentary anymore. Every single news story I see has a place for comments at the end. Can I just say that people can be exeptionally ruthless?

People even have crappy things to say about people starving in Somalia. This is ridiculous and disgusting. It’s not all people are commenting vehemently about, but it’s the story I find least deserving of crappy comments at the moment.

I keep thinking… Would you say these things to a person’s face? Would you actually stare a starving Somalian person in the face and say, “Tough luck. Move somewhere else.” Or something 1000 times worse?

I guess everyone has an opinion and a right to express their opinion, but really? Are we really living amongst so many exceptionally asinine people who just want to document their most hateful opinion on news stories about whatever story they find deserving of their abuse?

Maybe comment sections should be altered to say, “Please write the most inhumane, hateful thing you can think of here. Just be a total ass. Go ahead.” Then the world of online commentary might begin to make sense.

How To Be Annoyed at the US Postal Service

So we send my mother, who is currently in Italy, a mother’s day present. In April. It was a busy day, so I asked Ian to post the box, having already paid for the postage and filled out the likely customs form. The post office wanted a different customs form, so a new one was completed, only the post people didn’t bother to check to see that the customs form address matched the address already on the box. It was all ok, except it had the word “Italy” on it, which sent it through the Italian post instead of military mail, where it belonged.

Nevermind that the postage was printed via computer on a Click-to-Ship form, with the correct address, that should have sent the box through the military mail system correctly. This was taped to the front of the box. Instead, people are going to go by the customs form that had the word “Italy” on it and ship it through the Italian mail system. After languishing in the Italian post for 3 weeks, someone thought it would be a good idea to just return the box to us: “Adresse insuffisante”.

Who knew people would use the customs form for the actual mail delivery? The USPS likely did! Just one reason to match up addresses… because that’s what they do for a lot of the day, right?

I can see how the click-to-ship address pasted on the front of the box with boldfaced type would be difficult to miss.

Sigh.

Funny that on the way back to us from Bethpage, NY, the box went through military mail.

Really?

Crabbiness is not fun

for anyone. I had a really crabby day yesterday. I blame stress and hormones, because I am a woman, afterall, and what else could it possibly be?

I have a LOT on my plate right now. For the most part, I can put most of it on the back burner. But every now and then, the stressful bits come off the back burner and play around in my head. One thing leads to another. As more minute things happen, the crappiness (and the crabbiness) stockpiles.

Rather than allow this to happen, I have a plan, or two.

When things seem overly annoying, I can:

Put on my sneakers and take a walk (or a run)
Grab my sketchbook and find something to draw. It’s good to have a project that involves concentration, so I can do one of my art class projects.
Grab a glass of wine. Of course, this doesn’t work out well mid-morning.
Stop internalizing things. It’s not necessary to spew out things to people as they annoy you, either, unless it’s really tactful.. especially at work. But this doesn’t stop me from pulling out a piece of paper or opening notepad and writing something to make me feel like I’ve got it off my chest, either.
Try to think of things that are not bad, although sometimes this is difficult mid-crisis 🙂