"Getting older's not been on my plans"

  I have seen so much pain and heartache this past year to last me a decade. Not all has been mine, and not all has been specifically connected to me in anyway. But we have all seen the havoc that was 2016 and it reeks of death and sadness and brokenness.    A suggestion when encountering those who are staring, have stared, or will stare pain and bleakness in the face.   Don't tell us how to grieve... I find this the most damaging suggestion anyone could give. By this point, those of us who participate in social media have, at some point, experienced deep and gruesome pain. Perhaps not death. Perhaps sickness or break-up. Gruesome none-the-less. And the human desire for community in us wants to relate to those who are hurting with our own tales of healing. Do so, if you wish, but with extreme caution. Because no matter the pain in your past it will never compare to theirs.   In just a few short days, those of us who are left will greet, hopefully with unwavering hope, the dawn o

  "The Social Network" appeared in theatres October 2010. It sparked a frenzy of controversy that halted people's ideas about social media, it's start, and the propagation of lies. I didn't see it in theatre, but I did see it. I liked it. In fact, a guy who was in the film went to my senior prom. Odd to see him on screen.   The 2016 presidential election has caused more bitterness and hate than I have seen in a long time, and I dated a Muslim! And for the most part, I can take it. I don't care how or what you voted on/for. I don't care how you vote but that you do it. It has been ingrained in me from long time back. But, my level of flabergastedness has risen quite high.   On November 8th, I was asked by quite a few people how I voted, and on many of those occasions, I told them it wasn't in my nature to talk about what happens outside the voting booth. I wore no "Make America Great Again" stickers or #imwithher hash tags on my Facebook. I