To Whine or not to Whine… and perhaps some cheese to go with

I’ve been wanting to post for several weeks now.  The problem is, nothing comes to mind.  I sit down, with a topic in mind, but I just can’t seem to get it to coalesce into anything substantive.  Today’s post is not likely going to be any better.  But, I’m pretty determined to post anyhow…even if it is crap.

So, let’s talk about goals.  At the beginning of 2015, I set myself three goals (that I can recall – if there were others, I have conveniently forgotten them!)

The first goal was to walk in the Bataan Memorial Death March.  And I did.  Related to that goal was the hope to complete it.  I did.

The second goal was also related to walking.  I set a goal of walking 1,600 miles in 2015.  And, sometime on December 2, I accomplished just that.  With this being only December 6 there is every possibility that I will actually make it to 1,700 miles before January 1, 2016.

That is not so good.  Because my intention had been to set a goal of 1,700 miles for my walking in 2016.  If I actually make it to 1,700 this year, I’ll have to set my sights on 1,900 for 2016.  At some point I’ll have to stop setting walking goals!

So, here it is 12/6/2015, and you already know one of my 2016 goals!

On the down side, I set the goal of getting down to 200 pounds by 1/1/2016.  I’m not going to make it.  ‘Nough said on THAT topic.

I just went back and read my last post… you know, the one in which I whined about wanderlust and the like.  Wow.  I’m almost tempted to go back and delete it, to be honest.

I say that because my life is pretty damn good, and to waste time whimpering about “Ooh, I want to go do something!” is really, when I think about it, pretty darn childish.  I am thankful for the life I have.  It has been pretty rewarding.  I’d like to conclude THAT topic by saying I really have nothing in life to complain about.

Lately I’ve been thinking about the ending of things.  Nothing dramatic, mind you.  But after 25 years, I’m thinking my love affair with computers is diminishing.  Back in October, I toyed briefly with departing from Facebook.  That worked for about a week, maybe two.  And then I was back to it.  But I really am becoming dissatisfied with it… and with Social Media in general.

It’s just that Facebook seems to have become a medium for people saying the meanest things that in many cases they would not say, or at the very least would temper, in person.  Anyone who doesn’t agree with the writer is an idiot, or worse.  In fact, far far worse in many cases.  I spend my time reading things, reacting mentally to them, and then going away without saying what was on my mind.

It seems that, on Facebook anyhow, and Twitter as well, though to a lesser extent, it is not possible to have nuanced opinions on anything.  To my contacts on FB, I’m either not conservative enough or too conservative.  Not liberal enough or too liberal.  Too religious (and therefor a total moron and irrational to boot) or not religious enough, and therefore a heretic or apostate or heavens only knows what label might be put on me.

So, I don’t know.  Earlier today, I was pretty sure I was going to delete my Facebook account and walk away.  By tonight, I’m not so sure.  I would love to be able to go through FB and just purge all those I have trouble with.  Except they don’t know I have trouble with them in most cases.  And I’m not of a mind to tell them.   But FB is one of the few places I connect with any of my old friends and family members I don’t get to see (and admittedly there’s one or two or perhaps more that I really don’t WANT to see.)

Hmmm.  More whining.