And I unfollow anyone who posts memes on instagram.
Or otherwise unoriginal content.
Instagram isnt tumblr.
The cats both vomit constantly and I have a light colored carpet. I bought a carpet shampooer last year after paying a pro to do an okay job that I thought I could have done myself cheaper.
It turned out to be true and now I can afford carpet cleaning anytime even when I just want to do a small area.
But I still put off cleaning especially when its gross. It becomes a huge job and I dont want to do it.
Today I was out of pretreatment spray and I just knew if I went shopping I’d screw around out there for hours and never get to it.
So I googled a home remedy or recipe for something to treat the barf spots.
I came up with Windex.
Really? Windex? I read conflicting advice about ammonia/no ammonia, diluted/not diluted, blue/not blue.
Tried the original blue and it worked better than anything ive tried! Fast and easy.
Then shampooed and rinsed the carpet which looks and smells like new. Well okay not like new…. its three years old and survived barfs and pees and poops of two adult kitties and six weeks of six kittens. So it doesn’t look new. But it looks damn good for what its been through.
My Social Networking Rage
has gotten to such a level where I am now unfollowing anyone who posts rape memes, racist memes, anti-men memes and whatever else makes me ragey.
I’m long past being ragey about the social injustice the posts are attempting to call attention to. Im ragey that people are playing victim and that’s all they seem to be doing with these posts. It makes me angry.
I don’t need it.
I go out in the real world and more often than not meet lovely nice and interesting people. I’d rather do that.
I unfollowed porn since always.My news feed’s gotta be stuff I like seeing or there’s no sense in checking in.
The Best Christians
Just as I don’t think all men are rapists, I don’t think all Christians are right wing nut jobs who hate gays and birth control and only want to convert me and all my non-Christian friends.
I went to a “Methodist-Affiliated” college in the midwest where I certainly met a lot kids who’d been raised so deep in religion they didn’t know much of the outside world.
They didn’t know what the fuck I was. I wore black and listened to Heavy Metal and I was Jewish and I was from New York. They had no understanding of any of these things, but assumed they must all be related.
Not all of them. Plenty of the kids at my college had MTV and weren’t that shocked or disturbed by who I was and what I did. Some of them were Christian too.
My experiences on campus, for the most part were of people welcoming me. They invited me to join their prayer groups and they invited me to do their activities.
They were much less judgmental than the people in the sororities, who pushed me to go through rush, even though they knew they didn’t want me and I knew I didn’t want them. I did it anyway, mostly because I just got there and I had no friends yet and that’s what people were doing. I made it like one or two rounds before I got voted out by all the sororities and I was left feeling like why the fuck did I actually do that?
The Christians were different. I expect they would have tried to save my soul at a later date had I got in too deep, but they were always very nice and welcoming.
For me it was mostly just annoying. They’d invite me to prayer meetings and I’d explain I’m Jewish. They’d say, “It’s non-denominational!” and I’d have to explain that it’s non-denominational *Christian* and Jews don’t do Jesus. Which would lead to some discussion of the chosen people that I didn’t mean to or want to have.
Anyway, after four (okay four and a half) years of this, it turned out that some of these Christians I was surrounded by were friends.
We didnt worship together. I didn’t worship at all for that matter declaring myself openly Atheist before I even finished my degree. But we did other stuff together and became friends.
Friends who respected each other as people. Some of them I still think of as friends today. Just as I have Jewish friends who are more devout than I am, I have Christian friends all over the scale of belief and other friends that believe what I think are even kookier things.
My Christian friends… the ones that have lasted… never tried to convert me and I never tried to talk them out of their beliefs.
A lot of them have no issues with gays or birth control or guns or black presidents or the things the internet would have you think they do.
They’re people with respect for others.
Maybe they pray for my soul. Maybe they don’t. I’m not too concerned either way, but if I found out they did I’d take it as a well-meaning but imho futile gesture. It’s nice that they think enough of me to care about my soul.
You have your beliefs (or lack thereof) and I aim to be respectful of that.There’s no real need for anyone not to be respectful of that.
A lot of Atheists come to non-belief with issues. They’re rejecting what they were raised with and they go the other extreme and have to be smug assholes about it to people of faith.
I don’t think that’s helpful either. I don’t need to blast other people’s religions because I don’t believe it. I was raised Jewish in NYC where there were lots of kids of various colors and backgrounds and faiths and we were taught to learn about each other’s cultures and find each other interesting because of our differences.
The people who do that are the friends I keep.