By trade I am a web designer and no, I don’t want to build your website. While it is good money and I don’t suck at it, I really hate doing it. Crap like this is boring, frustrating, and gives me a brain cramp.
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While it is a profession that I despise, I must admit that it is quite interesting. It never ceases to amaze me how gargoobled letters, symbols and numbers can produces something as beautiful as this:
OK, maybe it’s the beach that makes it so beautiful…. *sigh*
In reality, my eyes know that this beautiful beach is nothing more than the mess of characters in the source code above. Isn’t this though, the reality of life? I know that I can present a pretty glossy exterior when MOST of the time, I’m a MESS just below the surface. I’m a tangled weave of gargoobled intellect, fears and emotions.
So are these women…
It’s too bad you can’t read someone’s source code to find out what they are really about before you allow them into your world. I’m often too trusting of a person and allow the wrong people to get inside my secure little realm of existence. I tend to believe that everyone is truly good and kind at the core of who they are and everyday that happy little fantasy is shattered more and more. It’s a sad realization that there are some people who, if given the option of a “Make Your Life Wonderful” button and a “Make Your Life Miserable” button they will choose to make you miserable every single time.
What kind of friend are you? Which button do you choose to push?
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I just try to be the kind of friend that I’d like to have as my friend. I listen to my friends when they need it, I encourage bad behavior in them at the appropriate times, and I give of myself without any expectations.
As far as pushing buttons go, I try to find the “laugh yourself stupid” button and jump up and down on it.
Thank you for jumping up and down on my “laugh yourself stupid” button Mr. Cinco de Chucko. LMAO
Ok, I’m getting to old for this stuff but….whose arse do I need to kick?
*ahem*
Again? Mercy.
I truly think I’m the “joy” person. But I know a few people who I swear choose to push the “misery” button as often as possible. And when I encounter them, sometimes I take a moment to hope and pray that no one in my world would ever think of me that way. I think more often than not, I probably fall in the “no effect whatsoever” button!
Yeah… the misery people DEFINITELY tell me what kind of person I never hope to be. I think you’re the “joy” person too Janet.
Mean people suck. I don’t understand them at all. Probably even less than that gobblygook you use to make websites…
I agree Kimberly. I actually have a t-shirt that I used to wear to work every Friday that has “MEAN PEOPLE SUCK” imprinted on the back of. LOL
I can SO identify with you here, eL! I spent many years grading diamonds, and while it sounds SO glamorous, it really was mind numbing production line type of work. Also similar, the technicalities behind the beauty.
It always amazes me when someone who “appears” so sparkly and perfect is flawed to the point of wanting to hurt others. I prefer to think of myself as the “joy” friend, but in reality these type of experiences have made me more of a “come find me in my hole” friend!
Who would’ve thought our professions would parallel?? LOL
And after all you’ve fought through, struggled against and refused to be defeated by – I’d say you’ve conquered your hole my friend.
Is this a test?
Yes.
Awww, so I have to be honest, right? Ok, It really depends on how I’m feeling on any given day and the person. There are people I like and will do anything for. Then there are people I don’t like. They get the miserable button. I duct tape the button down for them. There are also people I am indifferent with. The button they get is basically determined by which way the tide of neurochemicals, which are usually imbalanced, decide to flow. Or they can give me money and I’ll leave them alone. Which ever. Did I pass???
Yes you pass.
Can I hire you to tape someone else’s miserable button down???
Anything for you, Bonnie. It’s on the house!