There’s a quote from a movie or tv show, I don’t remember what it is but it’s something along the lines of one person asks what it’s like to die and the other answers that it’s like before you were born… I like that explanation, it’s an answer but it’s not an answer really.
Apple products suck in my opinion, I hate them and now I have yet another reason to hate them even more.
I keep to myself, I mind my own business, I work from home, not making much money at it, but I’m home mostly all the time, I really don’t go out much but yet trouble just finds me for some reason. Karma, fate, bad luck, whatever it is, it seems I’ve got a dark cloud hovering over me. I try to be a good person, yes I’m miserable most of the time, but I try to be honest and help those when I can and I try not to bother anyone.
About two months ago the police came to my house saying they had reports of an old elderly woman crying for help in my house. I’m 42 and I’m oldest person here so I don’t understand that at all. I don’t get where that came from, and of course they’re not going to tell you who made the complaint. All he could tell me was that it was a 911 call about someone hearing an elderly woman crying for help in my house. Really?!
Now on Monday this guy and his two friends come to my house, knock on my door and he accuses me a stealing his iPhone?! I don’t know who the hell this guy is, never seen him before.
The thing that bothers me about this is that they came straight my house. I have security cameras outside and I saw these three people coming across the street and then they started coming up my steps. They parked and came straight to my house first. Why?
He asks me was I at Target today as his iPhone was stolen from the bathroom at Target. No I wasn’t, I wasn’t anywhere near Target, in fact I can’t remember the last time I was at Target, it’s got to be more than six months at least.
Anyway the guy proceeds to show me on his MacBook the GPS tracking for the iPhone which looks to me like it’s in the middle of the street. He goes on to say that the tracking is accurate within 20 feet so it has to be here but the problem there is that my house is about 80-100 feet away from the GPS mark. According to his little GPS mark it was actually in front of the house to the right of mine, directly in front actually, but yet he came straight to my house.
The next problem is that there is a cross street right there at my house, or one house over actually and he says that’s so and so street name right there and your house is here so it has to be here but no that’s not what that street is called, the street he named is one block over actually. Apparently he can’t read street signs either. So actually it wasn’t in front of my house, or the house next door, it was one block over. Again, why did he come straight to my house?
He didn’t even really let me look at the screen either, he just held it up and pointed to the mark and then turned the laptop away from me and then went on about the whole 20 feet thing and the wrong street name.
Maybe I’m being paranoid, but I don’t like it at all.
It seems to me that iPhone GPS tracking isn’t the greatest and I don’t appreciate being falsely accused for something like this.
The other thing that bothers me is this guy was actually knocking on doors accusing people of stealing his phone. Not what I would call the safest thing to do really.
Could it have been a scam to try and get into people houses? I sure as hell wasn’t letting him and his friends into my home, who knows what could happen these days?!
I don’t know but this just gives me yet another reason to hate Apple products…
Huh, What? WTF?
So my kid says that if you believe something to be true then it’s not a lie. I say WTF kind of reasoning is that?
I don’t know where he comes up with this stuff. He says he’s read papers and research and talked to all kinds of people about it and it’s true they all say that if you believe something to be true then it’s not a lie.
I don’t understand the reasoning or logic behind that at all.
For example: According to him if you go around accusing or calling someone a murderer that as long as you believe it then it’s not lying about them. It doesn’t matter that the person is innocent, as long as you believe it, then you’re not lying about them.
He says it should be that way, and he says it is that way according to his friends and the research he’s done, that’s the way it really is and I’m wrong. He says it doesn’t matter about the facts, just as long as you believe it.
He just can’t grasp the concept of opinions and facts apparently.
I don’t know what world he lives in, but I don’t think I want to live in it… if this is the way kids are being brought up today, then something is wrong.
I’ve tried to raise my children with values, no lying, have the facts before you make a judgment etc but it doesn’t seem that it worked very well sadly.
So I’m trying to find a new name for a site and the majority of the names I’ve come up with, more than 60 now, are taken by squatters. They lead to pages with ads on them and the message this domain might be for sale and they want thousands of dollars for them, which of course I don’t have.
There’s one name that I really want but it’s like $3500 I think and it’s a shame as it’s just sitting there with some ads on it doing nothing. They paid probably, maybe, $10 for and they’re getting a ridiculous profit out of it. Capitalism at its best I guess, it’s good and it’s bad.
I think there should be a limit on squatting, like if you don’t actually develop the domain then you lose it, and you have to keep it updated like say once per week or something. It would be good for everybody really, we’d have actual sites with information on them instead of blank landing pages and there might be some more interesting stuff out there.
I don’t know, the system is broken and I don’t see it getting fixed anytime soon sadly. It’s just one of those things and I just felt the need to rant because I’m frustrated.
I don’t like Facebook.. I never have and I never will
I just don’t understand the need to share all your personal life with everyone, with perfect strangers really.
In this day and age as it were you sort of have to be on Facebook as it’s the ‘in’ thing to do.
So yes I’m on Facebook, but I’m really not, at least not like other people are.
I’m a private person, I don’t feel the need to let the world know what I had for lunch or breakfast or what I did with who last night. I don’t think it’s anyone’s business but my own.
Besides I think if I did start sharing more everyone would get depressed at my life, and we don’t want that… me being depressed is more than enough I think…
Yeah whatever… who cares what I have to say anyway right?!
I don’t get it, never will…
Yeah same picture as yesterday, it’s festive!
Another rant, it’s Christmas so Bah Humbug!
So Christmas is not what it was when I was a kid.
Christmas is now all about money and buying more and more stuff, that’s it really.
Growing up I’ve watched it morph and change into something barely recognizable. It’s the point where it’s just another day for me, it’s not special anymore.
It’s all about money and buying things for people, buying the latest and greatest. It’s not ‘the thought that counts’ anymore, it’s the price that counts, it’s how much you spend and how many things you buy or get.
I’ll admit I’ve fallen into that trap as well, I do feel guilty I can’t afford to buy everything my kids want. yes it’s a whole lot of stuff, but part of me feels guilty I can’t buy everything they want. I shouldn’t feel that way, but society and big business has made me feel like this.
Christmas was about faith and family.
No I’m not religious and this isn’t pro-religion, but I was brought up Catholic and went to Catholic school. My Grandma Mary died when I was 12 and after that I stopped going to church really. We used to go every Saturday night for the evening mass, we would make a thing out of it. Usually go to mass and then get a steak sandwich or whatever other food, and it was fun. My Grandma was hardcore Italian, came over on the boat when she was little, spoke English and Italian fluently and damn I miss her, I miss her a lot. She pretty much raised me until she died, and then I was basically on my own, but that’s another story for another time that I’ll probably never share..
My Grandma was a hardcore Catholic as well, she believed. I stopped believing when she was taken from me I think.
Christmas back then was about family, and friends as well, but was being with family and celebrating life and the birth of Christ. It was a special time really. Going to mass, having dinner with the family, seeing everyone you haven’t seen in a while and even seeing those people you see everyday, it was different, it was festive, it was special.
Maybe my memories are skewed by the view of a child, and sure it wasn’t always fun and all that. Yes there were those family members who drank too much and caused problems, but it’s part of it really. It was kind of expected, you just knew so and so was going to get drunk and do something stupid. it wasn’t mean though, it was just goofy really.
After my grandma died I still had my mom and other grandmother and other family members, but that was the other side of the family and it was really different. It just wasn’t the same, it was a whole lot more alcohol for one thing and it just wasn’t as enjoyable.
My mom really didn’t get along with that side of the family so once my Grandma Mary died I really lost contact with them and I look back and I really regret that. Sure I could have made more of an effort but I was a kid, I was young, what the hell did I know back then? I was confused, a major part of my life was torn from me and I was pretty much thrown into a new life.
Religion has become sort of taboo all of the sudden, and that’s wrong in part.
I don’t with all of it, but the basics I do agree with and I think we should follow.
Do unto to others as you would have them do to you.
There’s nothing wrong with that, if we all lived that way the world would be a great place.
When did we forget what Christmas actually means?
When did it become about lining the pockets of companies and not about family?
I don’t care if you’re religious or not, the values taught by the Catholic or other religions can make the world a better place if we followed them.
I look around and I don’t have much in the way of family anymore, wife and kids and that’s really it. I’ve got nobody else.
I do have three sisters, but I can’t remember the last time I even saw them. They’re to my father’s new wife and we’re not close at all.
I do have a brother as well, different father but same mother, but he’s 13 years younger than me so we’re not close either. It also doesn’t help that he’s in another state, but I say good for him, get the hell out of here, there’s nothing here.
This Christmas look at what you really have and not all the stuff you got in the way of material things. Those things really don’t matter at all. They’ll be obsolete soon anyway, or broken, or lost or stolen, but your family will always be there.
It doesn’t matter how much stuff you got, that’s all replaceable, you can buy it again.
Christmas isn’t about stuff, it’s about family and being together.
Bah humbug. Yeah it’s Christmas and I just put a nice 19lb ham in the oven and it’ll be ready in about five hours. Wife took the kids to visit great grandma and grandma and her friends while I’m home taking care of dinner. And I’m sick, been for the last few days, rather miserable, feeling a little better today, but not much…
I miss my Mom, I really miss her around the holidays like now, I’ve got nobody at all left. Yes I have wife and kids but that’s it. Nobody else.
Anyway, I feel like ranting a bit. I’m so tired of people judging me and really just judging anything and anyone without actually hearing the whole story or both sides of it.
I really don’t think it’s fair to judge someone or something without knowing everything, but sadly on the internet if it’s posted it must be true! People don’t wait to hear both sides they make judgment and that’s how we live now it seems.
We have a friend of the family, wife’s friend really, but she thought I was asshole, and she pretty much told me so. I’ll be honest, I didn’t like her either and I dreaded her coming over because I couldn’t stand being judged by her when she really didn’t know what the hell she was talking about or what was really going on. She only knew one side of the story.
I’ve noticed when people tell about things that happen to them or involve them they only tell what pertains to them and leave out a lot, especially the parts that would make them look bad. They only tell you enough so you can form your own opinion and of course be on their side.
Recently I had to chance to actually talk on the phone to this woman, we spoke for a long while actually, and finally after years I got to actually tell things from my side.
You know what happened, she apologized to me! She admitted she was wrong in how she treated me and how she thought of me. She admitted she should have waited and heard both sides of the story before making any judgments.
She said she didn’t know any of that because no one ever told her. They only told her half the story and she made her judgment without hearing the whole story.
The thing that bugs me though is she never asked me, she made her judgment and that was that, end of story your say. On the phone I was mad, I didn’t want to talk to her I had actually say ‘hey look, this is how it really is…’. In the end I’m not so mad anymore about the whole situation, so it was a productive talk. Views have changed and that’s a good thing.
Another example is that I was working in this restaurant, high end place, but I worked hard and the owners thought I was this goof off, good for nothing who didn’t do much. In reality I was doing the work of several people, I was handling entire catering parties by myself, I’m talking 400+ people but my boss, the Executive Chef never passed this information along to the owners. I was also blamed for all kinds of problems, even on days I was off, I wasn’t even there but yet I was blamed. I know this is true, I know he was taking credit for my work and blaming me for things he and others screwed up.
He wasn’t there for whatever reason one day and the owner came down to check on the status of a catering party. She never once thought to come see me, she asked someone else and they told he to come see me. She came over and asked about the party, apparently she had thought I was just packing it up or something and she was asked who was responsible for it. I told her ‘I am. did it all myself, it’s all ready to go.’ She was shocked, speechless actually, I thought she was going to fall over, she just couldn’t believe I did it all myself. I told her I’ve been doing these for over a year now by myself, and she was shocked again and amazed and she didn’t know anything at all about it. Everyone else took credit for my work, and apparently she thought I didn’t do much else other than work lunch and do some prep work and make a lot of mistakes. I was shocked myself that she didn’t know what I did there. I was more shocked to find everyone else was taking credit for my work and blaming me for mistakes that happened when I wasn’t even there. I should have realized at that point I was going to last there, it turns out I was right and the Executive Chef was a huge asshole all along who pretended to my friend to just use me and take credit for the things I did. One day I had enough and I walked out, and damn did it feel good.
Most the time in life though, you never get the chance to tell your side of the story and you’re judged by what others say about you even they’ve never talked to you about any of the things they heard.
It’s sad that we live in a society like this, but it’s not going to change unless people realize what they’re doing and change it. I don’t think it’s going to happen anytime soon.
Everyone complains about wanting to be treated fairly in life and everything they do but they don’t treat other people fairly. How can you expect people to treat you fairly when you don’t treat other people fairly? That just doesn’t work. You can’t have it both ways.
To me it makes no sense.
I try my hardest to not make any judgments until I know everything.
Yes, I’m human, we all make mistakes and yes I’ve jumped to conclusions, but eventually I realized what I was doing and tried to find out the whole story so I could make an informed judgment.
No one seems to do that. They go with what they know and the hell with everything else, they’re right, you’re wrong, no matter what.
It’s ‘you’re an asshole’ ‘ you’re a bad person’ ‘you’re this or that’ and it’s all because so and so said so and that’s it. They think these things but don’t know the whole story. They form their opinions and spread them without ever knowing the truth and everything involved. Essentially they have half of the story and that doesn’t work.
Would you read half of a book and then form your opinion of it without ever finishing it? No you wouldn’t because you just don’t know how the story really ends or how it actually played out.
Yet, that’s what people do, they know half the story, form their opinion and that’s the end of it.
I don’t get it.
I go through life now not caring what people think of me.
I don’t care what your opinion is of me because you really don’t know me.
You only know half the story, if that really, you only know parts of the whole and you formed an opinion, an uninformed opinion in reality and that’s sad.
It’s not sad for me, but it’s sad because if you’ve done it to me, that means you’ve done it to many other people as well.