Category: origin
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wish you were dead (as a strategy)
Today I want to talk about wishing people dead. It’s terrible. I know. I feel kind of bad. Or do I? Maybe I don’t feel that bad about it. But have you ever had someone push all your buttons so hard that you wished they were dead. Or maybe just a little bit dead. Or…
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must do manifesto
Today, in my own little socio way, I want to change the way people think of manifestos. For some strange reason, when you hear about someone’s manifesto, it’s after they have finished a random killing spree or assassination attempt. LOL but not really LOL. A manifesto in simplest terms is “a public declaration of a…
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fast, furious and a little pink vomit
There’s a saying, the more things change, the more they stay the same. This can apply to sooooo many things. Today I want to talk about kid’s play places, (and vomit) I had the pleasure (really displeasure) of being at an indoor play place with my grandson last week. While I love watching him play,…
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a-i, a-i, oh no!
This may not be a surprise to you and it certainly isn’t a surprise to me, but it seems that people cannot get enough of AI (artificial intelligence) these days. I spelled it out just in case you have been hiding under a rock for the last few years (as my socio self sometimes likes…
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funny but gross, but still funny
I get my best ideas in the weirdest ways. Sometimes I wake up and I have the idea, sometimes I am in the shower and I have the idea, or sometimes something super gross is happening and I have the idea. I have put pen and paper next to my bed so if I wake…
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lost and found
I’m trying to stay on a positive note these days, but I started thinking about feeling lost. The world is big and time moves on whether we like it or not. Just like you can’t stop the rain, you can’t stop time. What if you were lost and couldn’t find yourself? Where do you look…
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dog hooky
So last night when I was driving home from my faster than lightning, speed history mammogram, 12 minutes from car park, to boob squeeze, to driving home, (seriously fast!) I was thinking that lately I ‘ve been in a funk, for good reasons, but even for a socio like me, just too much funk. I…
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extra crispy extra broken
Sometimes things that are extra are good, sometimes not so much. For example, I hear that extra crispy chicken is really good. I’m not much of a fried chicken person, so I’ll defer to those that like fried chicken. But I digress. In clothing, size extra-large, not so good, in other things, extra-large (chicka-bow-wow) might…
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the no fathers club
I belong to a club against my will. It’s called the No Fathers Club. To be a member you can’t be a father and you can’t have a father. Yes, I know that technically everyone has a father, you can’t be a born without having a father, but in my case, and for many others,…
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i yam who i yam
Let’s start with a spoiler alert, this is not about those “starchy edible tubers” that are kind of like a sweet potato, but not really. I will be talking about food, but again not the focus. Today is more about me just being me in an unapologetic socio kind of way. And of course, encouraging…
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my personal oubliette
There are many days in my socio life that I want to be alone. Sometimes it’s all day, sometimes it’s for a few hours or even for a few minutes just to get away from all the noise in the world. I need to be alone in my own thoughts. I think it’s a trait…
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a tale of two cold sores
Recently I took my daughter to Wendy’s. They had a new frosty, triple berry, something that she had to have. Who doesn’t love a frosty? So, we got the Frosties, (chocolate for me, berry for her. ) I asked her if I could taste hers. I was surprised by her answer. Wait for it, hard…
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the don’t touch me olympics
As a self-proclaimed socio, I don’t need or want a lot of contact. I get to decide who can touch me. Handshakes, hugs, massages are not my thing. When I do meet people, I don’t like to be touched. Covid was tough in so many ways but there were a few things about Covid that…
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tummy full of cheese
In my socio mind, I don’t have a lot of happy places. I really don’t have a lot of happy in general. I am ok with that, really I am. Sometimes a person’s “happy place” is not being happy at all. Ironic but kind of funny. Sometimes your happy place is a generic place, like…
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mind serial killer
Today I want to talk about serial killers in a fun, upbeat sort of way! Maybe you are thinking, what??? Maybe you are thinking, I’m in and ready for the ride! Either way I am going there. Sometimes I am mad, in a serial killer kind of way. Have you ever mentally killed someone? I…
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