Tag: writing
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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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blacken your christmas
You know how this time of year people are like “Happy Holidays!”, “Merry Christmas!”, “Happy New Year!”? Well what if, in true socio fashion, you have someone you know (but don’t like) and you don’t wish them anything happy or merry? What do you say to them? Nothing? Unhappy Christmas? Merry Christmas to everyone but…
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misery loves revenge
I think most people have heard the phrase, “misery loves company.” I know I have. Today I’d like to propose a new reimagined version, “Misery loves revenge”. What do you think? Can we work with it? I know I can in a very socio sort of way. Let me tell you about my thought process…
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signs of mad-ness
Today I want to talk about insanity as it relates to anger. Have you ever been in a situation when someone is so angry they go from mad to madness in an instant? Right in front of your eyes, in real time? What do you do? What can you say? How do you get out…
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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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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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put a fork in my ear
How do you make someone stop talking? My socio soul has little voice that sometimes screams inside my head, “shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!” But the outside world cannot hear it. I wish I had the ability to not hear the person talking. I can sing la la la inside my head, but the…
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