Disingenuous hyperbole. What an unpleasant combination. And topped off with a few dollops of arrogance. Lovely.
If youâre creating online learning content, consider using the right their/there/theyâre. One mistake is a typo or autocorrect, several mistakes in two paragraphs is inexcusable.
How about modeling some social distancing behavior! Shoulder to shoulderâŚ??ââď¸
Yep, itâs okay if you stay in your PJs and watch Netflix from time to time, too.
People, including me, suddenly have too much time on their hands. Maybe instead of not eating food during restricted hours, people should ration their social media usage- 8 hours on, sixteen off or something like that. Might give us all a break from the banal content and the overload of (often wrong) information.
So now that Iâm working from home I can see all the dust and everything else that needs a deep cleaning.
Come on Amazon, deliver that Switch. Our sanity is depending on you!
I wish I didnât feel responsible the happiness of everyone in my family. Itâs exhausting. I miss you Mom and this is all overwhelming.
It was thoughtful to have a time when senior citizens could shop. But donât they all take their diuretics first thing in the morning? Will there be fights in the bathroom lines at Publix?
News reports: stop having beautiful photos of covid19. Just stop.
Work from home is not supposed to mean you work every moment you are home (from the time you get up until the time you go to bed).
They are getting married! Shhhhhhh!
This is the very best news Iâve heard in many days!
As if everything else wasnât sad and scary enough right now, it was a heartbreaking shock to find my beloved, goofy, sweet and one-of-a-kind giant lovebug Turkish Van/Maine Coon dead in a corner of the basement yesterday morning, all because of a cold I didnât take seriously enough (yeah the vets said it couldnât be covid-19, but still). Did I say my heart was breaking? Not to mention the guilt and the what-ifsâŚwhat if I had noticed he was dying instead of doing all the running around finishing a volunteer project that will never be used because of the shut-downsâŚwhat if Iâd I hadnât been so preoccupied with shopping and the news and the damn posting online and just noticed that my Sweet Kitten was struggling âŚalone?
So when I run into you on the street, walking my little dog, trying to gain some ability to cope with the grief âŚyes, one can feel real grief for a catâŚand I explain with as rational-looking a demeanor as I can that Iâm not quite myself today because I found my young cat dead on the cement basement floor it is utterly wrong of you to quip in a jokey way âwell, heâs in a better place anyway.â Really? The confident and cheery little giant who was the smile of the household, beloved by the dog, by his buddy cat and everyone he met, the giant little cat who seemed to relish every moment of every day, who flopped belly-up on the windowsills to watch the bird-feeder upside-down, who made chirrups of pleasure kneading soft pillows, who carried his fluffy tail high in the airâŚis better off cold in the ground ? At two years old?
And when I begin to softly cry and say that I know you mean well but that isnât helpful right now you admonish me that I shouldnât stress myself getting upset about it, that itâs bad for my immune system and what I really need is to turn on a comedy show and let out the tension laughing, how can I let you know that this cat WAS my Comedy show and that my grief has something to do with the fact that he is beloved and irreplaceable to me âŚand my heart WILL physically hurt for a very long time whether I pretend for your sake that it doesnât. and that itâs far more stressful and unhealthy to pretend to myself that it doesnât. And that I now know youâre a person who is callous and controlling and stunted (despite your claiming to know so much about mental healthâŚ) I know I donât need to continue this friendship beyond the utterly superficial.
If youâre really that uncomfortable with a little honest emotion and wanted to be spared my untidy grief you could have avoided all that by stating the simple, kind thing : âoh, Iâm so sorry to hear that. That must have been a shock.â And I could have said thanks, and nodded and walked home with some semblance of decorum.
What is it about simple empathy (or at least a a polite approximation of it) that people just donât get?
Big-name colleges can kiss my grits. Instead of being excited about fantastic schools that offer generous scholarships, our kids are bummed about being waitlisted at schools that offer NO money because they are âall thatâ and donât have to give anyâŚhonestly, how good could these brand-whore places really be?? There, got it off my chest.
Thankful for CC and the community it provides here - even it parts of it can drive me bonkers at times. 
Thankful for all that stood by and stayed through the difficulties earlier this year so that we still have a place to share the good, the bad, the ugly - and everything inbetween.
I"m mortified that I forgot â just plain forgot!! â an important phone call for a volunteer group Iâm extremely active in. With all this house arrest nonsense, time no longer has meaning and Iâm just sleepwalking throughout the day. I feel terrible that I just plain forgot it.
Argh! No good deed goes unpunished . . . so Iâve made a point to call my 87 year old cousin who lives alone every day to make sure sheâs OK and also to help with the isolation, and she takes the opportunity this morning to criticize my parenting because my 20 year old college student still on spring break is sleeping until noon.
Itâs a hot button for me because sheâs been extremely critical of my kids/parenting over the years â despite the fact that so far theyâve turned out ok â no heroin addicts, they havenât killed anyone . . . oneâs a banker, oneâs doing really well in college and the other in high school. And sheâs a psychiatrist, who has NO relationship with the 3 kids she raised!!
It is NOT the âChinese Virusâ.
Thank you for sticking a fork in it.