Facebook FUBAR

“Hell is more like boredom, or not having enough to do, and too much time to contemplate one’s deficiencies.” ~ Dorothy Gilman

There has got to be an unlimited supply of people who are absolutely bored in life, and on Facebook.

I have not even been back a full 3 days from my journey to Houston and I am ready to go back again, like… NOW!!!!

I would have never imagined the pure drama that awaited me when I got home, the very moment I signed back on to see what my friends, family, and loved ones were up to. Sure, there were some that I was missing because I had no way of communicating with them. And that really was the purpose of me signing back on to Facebook. Just so I can know how others were doing. But now, it has gone wild.

I was informed that “shit hit the fan” while I was away. And it had something to do with my situation of when I was scammed. Apparently, someone else was being scammed but they caught on and now they are fighting back with a fury! Good for them!! I was not directly involved but it was good information to know, on a general level.

Overall, I was happy to hear that people were getting what they deserved. And I was willing to call it a day. But it spreads, and it spreads, and it spreads… with absolutely no end in sight. And I just cannot seem to get away from it.

And it is just not this. It is other things as well.

Everything in life has a beginning and an end. I think that my situation with those who had hurt me either needs to resolve itself soon or just end. Life was not meant to deal with so much drama that it just builds and builds.

Life will be dramatic from time to time. That, I cannot deny. However, I think it all has to do with how we MANAGE the dramatic situations that gets placed before us. It can either control us, or we can control it. I know that with my situation that I’ll never see any money of what it owed to me. At least that’s the chance that is there. If I get it, GREAT!! But by now?? I seriously doubt it. I cannot allow this situation to control me.

Other people should learn how to control their personal drama. And that does not mean dumping it on someone else, which has happened to me before. I think that as far as it goes with Facebook that these people need to be handled in such a way that whenever they are so bored that they cannot find enjoyment in their own lives and want to just make others miserable with personal drama, that they really should be nipped quickly! 

Everyone has their ups and their downs. So whenever someone is down, they should be mature enough to handle it on their own. Or at least find someone to help them through it. But the key action would be to do whatever it takes to END IT.

How can we go on living peacefully and in happiness when all they ever do is bring trouble to others?? We are all not the same. We handle things quite differently. One from the next. But at least do something about it instead of just spreading it. How much peace can we have in our lives if we dive into a pool of back talk, finger-pointing, and all things that lead to negativity? I don’t see how we can.

If I had a vehicle, and I found that I had two flat tires and the gas tank is empty, wouldn’t it make sense to find a way to air the tires and fill the tank again? It would not do me any good to find my vehicle in such a state and then bother every neighbor that I have that my vehicle cannot be driven.

Houston: I am SO ready to return!!! Facebook (in general): Get a grip! Or maybe I need to deactivate it?? 

We all have our problems in our lives. And there’s no sense at all in comparing oranges to apples. Instead of comparing them, why can’t we just take the apples and oranges and make a fruit salad?

The Boiling Point

“Enough is enough! I have had it with these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane!”~ Samuel L. Jackson as “Nevelle” in ‘Snakes On A Plane’ [2006]

Yeah buddy! That’s about right. Although I’m not currently dealing with a problem of infestation of snakes or any other poisonous animals. But the sentiment has been all the same the entire weekend from start to finish.

Ever since I was a teenage I would say whenever things would get out of hand, “All I need now is someone to fire a damned bazooka through the window and my day will be complete.”

This past weekend, I was actively looking for a bazooka so I could fire it myself!!

There was a ton of things on my plate that were just suddenly dumped on me. Things that were mainly out of my control. I was lost in a whirlwind of absolute frustration, anger, and pain. Without any chance of guard or rescue to come to my aid.

The summer heat. The fact that I thought my computer was dying. The long, drawn out days and days of trying to put travel arrangements together that was not seeming to work out in anybody’s favor. And the fact that those whom I would run for shelter were not around. All factors made for a piss poor time. All in all, things were really not all that bad, and I do think and believe that the heat was only making things worse.

There were many more factors, but I will refrain from listing everything. And honestly, it was too much! I had reached that boiling point because I never really had that much control over what was going on the entire weekend. It just left me with such negative emotions. And I knew that I could not necessarily show myself towards other friends & colleagues because I knew that my poor attitude would come through and quite frightfully, spill into them and cause them to be dragged down with me.

I needed a life raft, not an anchor.

But it really taught me something about myself when the smoke cleared. Much of the frustration was vanquished when the heat subsided, travel plans were made better to be set in stone, and I was able to talk with those whom I put my trust in.

I think that there has to come a point for me in life, where I need to better recognize the signs that things just aren’t going to be peaches & cream. And I also need to find a better way to deal with it all, before it becomes overwhelming. If I would be able to do this then I will not have to worry so much about having a repeated performance like this past weekend.

I literally thought that I was in hell. And that there was to be no letting up, no salvation. I had no other choice but to let things go and hope and pray that maybe there would be a light at the end of the tunnel. It was my only hope for me, to keep me from going postal and ending up on your local news and Internet about all the evil that I had done because I gave in to the pressure.

All weekend long, I knew that everything that was going on was too much on my plate. I kept looking for the proverbial family dog to slip under the table so I could secretly brush away some of it to the dog so it wouldn’t be so much for me to handle. But there was no dog to be found.

How does one deal with overwhelming stress and frustration? How do you deal with it?? What do you find helpful in times like these???