Hate on the Internet is a thought that's often on my mind. The thought was brought back to the front of my mind this morning when I saw a story about some act of “revenge” Justin Bieber had on his Twitter. He apparently posted the phone number of his “enemy,” who allegedly hacked into a friend of Bieber's twitter account. The boy received thousands of text messages and phone calls. And why? Because the Internet let Justin Bieber send his hate without actually having to deal with the boy himself?
You know how in elementary school, there was always the bully that didn't beat kids up. He/she would just find your weakness and use it. If you thought you were fat, you best believe that bully is going to start making fun of your weight and then whatever else he/she sees fit. When it comes to the Internet now, too many people are seeming more and more like that bully. I've been using the Internet for years now and one thing I've noticed is the increase in hate people show others. And I don't mean the “we used to be friends, but you betrayed me so now I hate you” sort of hate. I mean the hate that comes from complete strangers and pick at absolutely anything. Even if what Justin Bieber did was childish and low (which it was), at least he kept his name attached to the issue, though he did delete the tweet a few minutes later. That's more than I can say for some. Many websites allow anonymous comments, which leads to all of these morons thinking it's okay to bring someone down. And what makes it worse is the lows these anonymous people will sink to just to make someone feel bad. I've seen beautiful people called ugly. I've seen people be made fun of over health issues the person has no control over whether it be physical or mental. I've seen people called every name in the book just because the commenter has no real reason to dislike the person. And why do they do it? Because they can. They have the option of saying whatever they please without suffering any real consequences. We've all seen cyber bullying on the news. Some people are even driven to self-harm and even suicide because the person thinks it's funny or something. And these people still think it's okay to be like that. Now, I' m not sitting here saying all of this to preach about cyber bullying and how websites need to be shut down, blah blah blah. There are actually plenty of people who use the anonymous function for what it's there for—to join a conversation when you are not part of the website, to ask advice without the fear of being judged, to compliment someone. I'm just pointing out how ridiculous it is that the amount of hate is exponentially higher compared to the amount of good. I mean, really, how unhappy must you be with your own pathetic life to have to bring anyone and everyone around you down to your level? Basically, I guess what I'm saying is the people who are doing these things really need to take a step back, reevaluate their life and, above all, grow up. If you're a person that does this, I suggest you leave my blog and never come back. You're not cute. You're not funny. You're just showing everyone just how pathetic you really are. And, because I like to hope the people who come across my blog aren't like that, I think that everyone should go out of their way at least once and let someone know how beautiful or funny or cool or whatever you think they are. Even if you don't know them. The Internet could really use more love. Let's start a revolution. Stop the hate, spread the love. Source for the Bieber story.
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Today while riding in the car, I started thinking about The Beatles. One thing lead to another and soon I was freaking out over the concept of time. Do you realize that when all of the children born in 2010 are in their fifties, they will hear about The Beatles—the band that was famous one hundred years ago.
One hundred years. One century. Technology evolves so quickly, will they even have The Beatles? Yes, I realize their music is still very popular today, but popular culture changes so quickly and one hundred years is a long time. What if they're just left with some other musician's version of the song? Will my future children and their children and their children's children be deprived of some of the most influential music the music industry has seen? One hundred years ago, there were no World Wars. One hundred years ago, the average working salary was $750 a year. One hundred years ago, the only movies one could see were silent. One hundred years ago, Jazz music was just starting down in New Orleans. And in fifty short years, they will be saying “One hundred years ago, The Beatles were a world-wide musical sensation.” It's mind blowing how much can change in just one hundred years. A thought that just came to me is what will people one hundred years from today think of our time? Will our tens of thousand dollar salaries seem like nothing? What will they think of the main stream musicians like Justin Bieber? Will they see him as a classic the way we see The Beatles as a classic? (To be honest with you, readers, I truly hope Justin Bieber is never on the same level as The Beatles in society's eyes. But that's just my honest opinion.) Will Brad Pitt be the classic actor of the “oldies” (imagine Fight Club being considering an oldie!) the same way Chalie Chaplin is? I could go on for ages on this topic, but I'll spare your eyes and brain. I am interested in hearing your thoughts. What do you hope is remembered from this era one hundred years from now? What do you hope is forgotten? Source for some of my historical facts On the elevator after my English 102 class, a UPS man boards along with a dolly holding one small box. Looking at this man in all brown, I can't help but wonder two things: a) why does he need a dolly for such a small box and b) what does one have to go through to determine that their dream job is being a UPS man? What possesses him to think that driving a box-like truck that's the same color as the uniform would be amazing? My sister says that it probably wasn't their dream job. Then what was? How did they end up doing this?
Personally, I'm afraid of UPS men. The reason being that while on vacation in the Olympic Pennisula of Washington, a UPS guy dreamed of shooting us. We (my friend Kelsey and I) were driving from Forks to Port Angeles and we happened to be behind a rather slow-moving UPS truck. As most drivers would, she wanted to pass him. She kept veering to the left to see if she could, but was too nervous about the mountainous curves in the road. After a few times of checking, she decided it would just be better to wait it out (as annoying as it was). A little way down the highway, the UPS truck went off his exit to the weigh center (which I swear was closed). Being the type of person that always watches the scenery out the window while riding in a car, I happened to be staring in the truck's general direction when we passed it. That's when I saw it. The UPS man was targeting us with his fingers shaped like a gun and did the little "pow" movement of pulling back his hand. I turned to Kelsey and asked her if saw that. She said no, so I ahd to replay the events. Needless to say, we were a little uneasy driving down the relatively empty highway knowing that this pretend serial killer guy was behind us. And go figure, I was wearing my tye-dye shirt that day. I was an easy target. Thankfully, he never came after us, but to this day we are both uneasy when a UPS truck drives by. Creepily enough, in one of our pictures, the truck can be seen a fe cars ahead of us. Despite this serial-killer-esque driver, I ahve to appreciate not only UPS men, but all delivery men. Without them, my addiction to eBay would be pointless. How would I get my "Christmas," as Kelsey and I call getting packages, without a delievery man of some sort? Actually, that brings up a good point. Maybe eBay and other Internet shipping websites are what drives a UPS man to become a UPS man. Maybe they really wanted to be like Santa Claus (Which does not have an 'e' a the end. Thanks a lot, Disney.), but obviously couldn't, so became UPS men. I hope they find brown more appealing than red. If not, they must have a sad life. Though they could always switch to DHL. Either way, they bring the joy of Christmas to lame people like me year round. So, thanks, delivery men and women! But that's just a theory. I still don't know why UPS men want to be UPS men. Is brown their favorite color? Do they enjoy cardboard boxes THAT much? It's times like these that I wish I could call up Doug Heffernan from King of Queens. Since he's a UPS (well, IPS) man, he'd know why he became one! Unfortunately, he's not real and I don't know any other UPS men. I guess this will be a mystery left unanswered, much like the "How many licks does it take to get to the center of the tootsie pop?" mystery before that episode of Unwrapped on The Food Network, which showed that it actually takes 211 licks. We all have those days where we really just don't want to be around or talk to other people. You could be having a bad day or you could just feel like you don't want to be social. Plenty of people can put on a fake smile for their customers at work and pretend that they're SO happy that customer is there, but they're secretly wishing the store was slow that day. What if your job is going to the customer? There's no avoiding it.
I'm talking about the men and women of delivery companies. They have to go knock on your door if your package is here whether they're in the mood or not. There's really no avoiding it. Or is there? There was one day that I was expecting a package. I hear a knock at the door. By the time I open the door, there is no one to be seen, but there is a slip on the door from UPS saying I missed their delivery. I was just walking to the door! I then had to wait until the time and date on the slip to receive the package. That incident would be no big deal if it didn't happen again today with FedEx. This time, there wasn't even a knock! I was heading outside and see a slip on the door. They didn't write a time they came or when they'd be back or anything. Just my name and "l e office." I asked my husband if he heard a knock. Nope! Thankfully, the l e office meant they left it in the office, but the point is, I'm not even sure if they knocked to let me know they were here! When I'm almost always home, there are few reasons that could cause me to miss a knock on the door and I'm rather certain that's not the case from today. Even if it is and I just didn't know, there is absolutely no reason whatsoever for the UPS man/woman to be gone before I make it to the door across the room after one knock. Which leads me to my theory that this ding-dong-dash of delivery men and women is their way of avoiding the customer on a bad day. So, if there are any delivery men and women who have done this or know a co-worker who has, is this the case? Have you ever been filled to the brim with these random thoughts that you just keep thinking on and can't help but wonder if others are thinking it, too? And even if they aren't, you'd just like to share it? Well, if you're anything like me, the answer to that is yes! All the time!
Well, I have a small habit of writing out these thoughts and not sharing them with anyone. I've decided that that must change today! So, I'm adding to this chain of Straight Up pages my family has created (see the links page for more Straight Up fun!) with my random thoughts. Do you have random thoughts? Just leave them in the comments! I'd love to hear what others are thinking up! And who knows? Maybe you can be the inspiration for my next post. Enjoy the blog! |
AuthorHello! I'm Lindsey. I'm a writer with a ton of random thoughts bouncing around in my head. So I share them here in hopes that they reach others with these thoughts. Archives
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