100 MPH – GTKM (Get To Know Me)

Hi Everyone! Here’s another social media get to know me questionnaire. I like most of them. Sometimes I tweak them a little. I plan to add a folder for these so when I come across them I can put them in a blog with my answers and put a blank copy for anyone else who wants to join the fun. (Done!)

You don’t have to, but if you fill any out and don’t mind tagging it to me or somehow lettin me know, I’d love to check it out.

!!Warning !! !!Caution!!
I would warn against answering any questions that ask questions you may have used as security questions for your bank and other important institutions so as not to get hacked. If something looks shady and may be an actual problem be sure to notify the company that runs the site you’re on. If you see any content like that on mine, please let me know cause I like to keep people safe, and not cause any harm. TY!

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Here Mine!
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Why not…😉🤔Come on, someone do this with me! Facebook is supposed to be social and fun, so let’s learn about each other.  Copy then go to your page and paste, filling in your own answers.
I’ll be putting an unanswered copy in the comments. 

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Now here’s one without the answers for you to copy and fill out.
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Driven 100 mph— I don’t recall. I may have while living and driving in So.Cal. Stuff happens on the freeway. 

Ridden in a helicopter — No. But I want to.

Gone zip lining — No. But I want to. The one portrayed in Divergent sounds awesome! 

Been to an NFL game — No

Been to Canada — Yes, but I only remember Subway and the hotel room where I bit a hole in my tongue while eating the Subway sandwich cause I was so hungry and then I couldn’t eat for a long time cause my tongue wouldn’t stop bleeding. And the crazy church. It was a black Jamaican church. I was used to black churches and speaking in tongues and castin demons out and stuff, but this was on a whole new level.I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere else by my cult leader. He and his entourage did though, and talked about how great it was for years after that.That was still early on, and only a small bit of the crap that was to come.  

Visited Florida — Yes. Only the northern part. I’d like to go back and experience more. 

Visited Mexico — Yes, many times to help deliver food, clothes and to take part in church services. Lived there on a short term mission once too. Mostly TJ, but a spent a little time in Rosarito and some others further south but I’m not sure of the names. But I got stories! Lol!

Visited Vegas — Yes, with the church/cult. Spent most of the time in churches, peoples houses that I didn’t know, and casino buffets. Gotta love the casino buffets! Thank the gods our leader liked to eat. I did get to go to a movie theater in a casino that had the seating area on hydraulics and moved with the train ride on screen while it went through the Swiss Alps.  While waiting in line I got to see a fan girl freak out when Captain Kangaroo exited the ride. 

Eaten alone at a restaurant — lots

Ability to read music — I can hum with the notes as they go up and down the scales, but I can’t really read music. I just know that up is “go higher” and down is “go lower,” cause I’m smart like that! 

Ridden a motorcycle — On the back many times. Wouldn’t mind having my own simple motorcycle.

Ridden a horse — yes, a few times

Stayed in a hospital — yes

Donated blood — yes, can’t anymore since I became a vampire. Oops, you didn’t read that. I meant since I had a heart attack, even though I’m good to go they won’t allow me to. 

Been snow skiing — Yes, once for two days. So does that make it twice?! Lol! I was about 19 or 20 and it was with two church groups and it was at a ski lodge on Brian Head in CA. It was super fun. 

Been to Disney World or Disneyland— yes. Been to Disney World once, but not the Epcot center, I regret that. From birth to nine I lived very close to Disneyland and it was free to enter the park. You had to have coupons from a booklet to go on the rides. So my mom would sometimes take us there for picnics and if we had left over tickets we’d rid the tea cups, Alice in Wonderland, or Dumbo, or somethin. People often gave us the kids tickets cause they only wanted the ones for the big rides. Later when it changed to a pay to get in we would go now and then but it was more of a big deal. Still, it wasn’t nearly as expensive as it is now. I miss going there. The last time I went was when I was about 18 and it was with the orphanage and staff that my sister and I were doing the short term mission with in Mexico. Our tickets were taken care of along with the kids cause we were taking care of the kids there as well. It was pretty cool. 

Slept outside — yes

Driven a stick shift — for less than five minutes, it was a bad timing thing

Driven a boat — yes, many times, motor and sail, oh yeah, and cruise ship – see bellow

Eaten Escargot — no 

Been on a cruise — yes, a one day cruise from San Diego to Mexico that a friend took me on cause she got free tickets. It was a casino ship and we won ten bucks on some slots we didn’t play. I also got to steer the boat which turned out to not be fun. Aaaand, on the trip home the equalizer wasn’t working so I was sea sick the whole way back. Thankfully my friend was a lot of fun and worked hard to do fun stuff to distract me. 

Run out of gas — yes

Been on TV — yes, like on the news when the kids from the orphanage was a Disneyland. I wasn’t interviewed. I don’t remember if there were other times. 

Eaten Sushi — Yes, I usually stick with California rolls. My three oldest kids love sushi. I’ve only tried sashimi once and didn’t like it, but I’ve been told that it depends on how it’s prepared. 

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Here’s a unanswered one for you!
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Why not…😉🤔Come on, someone do this with me! Facebook is supposed to be social and fun, so let’s learn about each other.  Copy then go to your page and paste, filling in your own answers.

I’ll be putting a unanswered copy in the comments. 

Driven 100 mph – 

Ridden in a helicopter — 

Gone zip lining — 

Been to an NFL game —

Been to Canada — 

Visited Florida — 

Visited Mexico — 

Visited Vegas — 

Eaten alone at a restaurant — 

Ability to read music — 

Ridden a motorcycle —

Ridden a horse — 

Stayed in a hospital — 

Donated blood — 

Been snow skiing — 

Been to Disney World or Disneyland –

Slept outside — 

Driven a stick shift — 

Driven a boat — 

Eaten Escargot — 

Been on a cruise — 

Run out of gas — 

Been on TV — 

Eaten Sushi — 

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Do You Speak Emoji (a lyrical poem)

So,

I’m an Gen X-er, but I get it and I’m “woke AF”, lol! No really! Okay, never mind.

Proceeding forward,

um,

I’m not actually fluent in emoji’s, but I do okay, I guess. I’m not a emoji fan as in I don’t care for emoji plushies, toys and stickers. I love love looove plushies, just not emoji ones. Just wanted to clear that up. But I do like using them to communicate sometimes. (The emojis, not the plushies. I just want to hug the plushies and if I had a lot of money I’d give them away as gifts cause they’re awesome and super soft and cuddly and I can name them George. JK! Lol)

 

Anywho,

the point of this is that the “old” way isn’t always the “right way” or the “best way”, it isn’t always the “wrong way” either. It just isn’t the for “everybody way”. One of the “old ways” that was wrong is that a lot of folks thought “their way” was the “everybody way” and that screwed a lot of folks up. If you disagree, just ask your local pharmacists about it.
I did have trouble communicating most my life, I held a lot in, so I get it. But my journey is a bit different than this one.

I’m happy people have found unique and fun ways to express how they feel and what they want to say.

Some folks are afraid the digital age has cursed us with cyber bullying. I can’t disagree, however, there’s always been bullies, and I’m sorry to say, there will always be bullies just like there will always be heroes. It’s something we have to continually adapt to and figure out as we journey on.

Communicating through social media, VR, gaming, LRP, emoji and symbols, music, songs, lyrics, poems, dance, and so on, is still communicating and is not less if it’s effective.

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Do You Speak Emoji
By Lorenakoran  3/19/2020

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Do you speak emoji
Can you see what I say
Does the pictures touch your heart
In any kind of way

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I’m the kind that can’t find
The words to express myself
Speaking and writing it out
Was never any help
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So I sat quietly on the sidelines
A perpetual wallflower at life’s dance
Till this electronic age came along
Giving me a voice, giving me a chance

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Do you speak emoji
Can you see what I say
Does the pictures touch your heart
In any kind of way

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The old world worked for some
It was a happy way of life
Now they complain about things 
Saying it’s removed and full of strife
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But that wasn’t everyone
The unhappy had to be quiet
Not all of us were satisfied
Inside of us was a roaring riot

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Do you speak emoji
Can you see what I say
Does the pictures touch your heart
In any kind of way

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So now the tables turned
And people just like me
Have a way to express themselves
Without all the anxiety
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The Boomer and the X-rs
Don’t seem to understand
Things aren’t necessarily worse
They’re just no longer in their hands. 

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Do you speak emoji
Can you see what I say
Does the pictures touch your heart
In any kind of way

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meme me, GIF me, say it any way you can, lip sink, VR, anythings okay
language, obstacles, near or far away, we can communicate cause, we rule the day

So,

Do you

Speak emoji

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Confessions of a People Hoarder.

So, a friend posted this picture and it triggered a recent memory.

First off, here’s the pic;

Now the memory!

I was gonna write what I was gonna write in the “about” area of the pic when sharing it on Facebook, but, I’m pretty sure I know what would likely have happened and I wanted to avoid it. So I didn’t share the pic and my thoughts on Facebook after all. Yet.

While there may be a few folks who read what I have to say, there would likely have been more that responded in the comments area telling me how much they care about me.  And, maybe one person telling me to buck up and stop feeling sorry for myself.

In other words, my reason for sharing would be mostly unnoticed, and “sorry for me ” notions or “stop feeling sorry for yourself” notions would just be annoying.

But I still wanted to write about what I was thinkin about. And that brings us to the here and now and this blog.

I wanna talk about hoarding. Just give me a moment and you’ll see how this applies. In my head anyway.

The TV shows about hoarders are fascinating to me for various reasons. Things like that also make me investigate myself. “Am I a hoarder?” Can I even spell hoarder without spellcheck? Um, well, there was the issue of forgetting the “a” in that word. lol

There are the obvious things like the stacks of papers I keep meaning to go through and sort and file and put away or throw out. Stuff that never seems to get done and keeps piling up. Some may consider me a bit of a book hoarder. I don’t. And there are the things I went without most of my life that I’ve collected even though I didn’t need to. I’ve challenged myself over the years as I come to realize that I have an unnecessary attachment. Dehoarding your life not only takes time due to getting your mind in a state that you can deal with it and make the necessary changes, it also takes time because you may not realize you’re hoarding this or that.

 

Hoarding usually stems from fear. And that’s what shone a light on some hoarding I have been doing for a long time. It’s people. I’ve been hoarding people. Not physically, but mentally and cyberlly. (I made the word cyberlly up. YW)

Growing up my family moved often which made keeping friends difficult. Some of them I’d stay in touch by exchanging letters. But after a while, even those disappeared into the mist of time and were gone. The depression that comes with losing one’s friends on a regular basis was most obvious in my sister. She’s three years older than me and back then she was the people person, I wasn’t. So it didn’t appear to take a toll on me, but deep inside it kept secretly adding up. Not just a secret to others, but also to myself.

Then there was San Diego. The last port we lived on the sailboat in. This time it wasn’t us moving away, it was partly our friends because most of them were in the military. We’d get close, like family, even when they were overseas, but when they went home the friendship usually died. To add insult to injury, my mom didn’t listen and obey the pastor of the church we were attending that all our friends were in. Not listening and not obeying can be both a good or a bad thing. In the case of my mom, it was mixed. We ended up getting kicked out of the church and ostracized. Talk about painful, this was heart-wrenching for all of us.

A similar thing happened with the next church, only we didn’t get kicked out. Again, all our friends were in the same church, the pastor had controlling issues, my mom not only wouldn’t obey him, she actually left and started learning from someone else. How dare she! Our family left along with her gradually. Again, we lost all our friends due to this. The pastor would let everyone know that we or anyone else, who left his church had backslidden and were living in sin.

While I call those two churches borderline cults, the next one we because a part of was a bonified fully fledged cult. Anyone who didn’t eventually join the “church” also lost friendship with us. I didn’t see it that way. I never wanted to lose friends and I did what I could to keep them but I was uneducated in so many ways, I had no idea of what I was doing. So, the cult kept me from making any real friends outside of the group. I did try, but the leadership always found a way to”fix” that.

And then there’s the post-cult effect. At first, I lost all my friends, again. Partly because they were being fed a load of crap about me and pulled away and partly because it wasn’t just the cult leader who duped me, it was also several of the members. So, I didn’t trust any of them.

I made some fair-weather friends during that time. There were some good folks, and, well, some not so good folks.

And this brings me to the beginning of my people hoarding.

It started with Myspace. I could actually make friends and keep them through Myspace. Then Facebook came into play. And that’s where the serious hoarding became a thing. I found some old friends and I made new friends and I was able to keep most of them through social media. It was awesome!!!

But then there was the heart ripping painful times. When people would remove me from their friend’s list. I knew it shouldn’t hurt me like that, after all, it was usually people I only met once or not at all and a few I had known but were not really good friends in the first place. Still, I couldn’t stand losing anyone. Losing a social media “friend” was like being virtually stabbed in the heard. I knew this wasn’t realistic, but I didn’t know how to make those feelings go away.

There were even times I believe I came a bit too close to stocking. I didn’t do anything illegal, but I would do what I could online, which wasn’t much, to learn about this person or that guy, wishing I could meet them in person or at least not lose them as an online friend. I definitely got too attached to people I barely knew wither I met them in person or not.

Time has taken me further and further from that behavior that was actually harmful to myself. The obsessing and the people collecting has faded over the years.

It’s been recent that I realized I really didn’t care all that much if people who didn’t see a reason to be my social media friend removed me from their friend’s list. Sure, there’s been a few that I was a tad hurt by, but I got over it. The ol’ “they don’t deserve you” attitude only worked for, well, no seconds, lol. But now while I may entertain that notion for a bit, I understand that I don’t need everyone, and everyone doesn’t need me. I have a few good friends I can count on. Wither they are near me or far away, I value them.

 

I’m actually okay and sometimes even glad when I don’t connect on social media with everyone I come across. Sure, I enjoy making new friends but it’s not a point of great disappointment and sorrow when I don’t. And for the record, I don’t have any plans to remove anyone from my friend’s list. While there may be a lot, and I believe I haven’t met most of them in person, I still appreciate the connection and community and the different ways of thinking and living. I can still be connected without being obsessive about it by letting fear guide me.

Another train of thought I’ve had to adjust is the notion that people who remove me from their friend’s list or don’t want to add me are being small minded. That they don’t see the big picture and they don’t know that there may come a day they wished they hadn’t turned down my friendship. Why, that’s not at all arrogant. lol! Okay, it was. But I thought it wasn’t cause I felt the same way about them, I may someday need them. While bridge burners may be way out of balance, I overdid it and was way out of balance the opposite direction.

Whatever it be, I am who I am and the way I think is mine. I shouldn’t expect others to think like I do and act and respond the way I do. We’re all different with different strengths and weaknesses and characteristics and ways of thinking. I don’t like it when others project their ideas on others or myself, so I shouldn’t do it either.

Hoarding is so much more than collecting and even more than just fear. It can be complicated and intertwined and tangled with other issues. Like straightening anything out, prodding and pulling and agitating only makes it worse. Changing without understanding the root cause doesn’t usually last. In order to up weed our fears, we need to understand where they came from and what’s been feeding them. And it’s there that we can begin our healing journey.

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Things to consider before sending a FB friend request.

FYI,

If you have chosen to hide all your info or most of your info from people who are not on your friends list and then expect people to accept your friend request, think again.

Also, if you only have pictures of everything but your self, again, think again. I learned early on in Facebook years that the guys and gals who friend request a person with the intention to take advantage of them or for net sex didn’t have much if any info available on their “About” and they either had no pictures of themselves or they had one or two pictures they copied from someone else. Most of them have no to a few pic and the pics are of animals, causes, cartoons, hero’s, sexy stuff, and etc.

However, sometimes it’s difficult to tell the difference because the “About” info and the profile pics are blocked for non-friend. Just because you’ve sent a friend request to someone doesn’t mean Facebook unblocks those things, which would make more sense. No, those things remain blocked and you very likely look like a stalker.

There is another option. It’s not a very effective one but if you really want to keep your info and face a secret then consider writing the person a personal message telling them you are legit and why you want them to add you. The reason it’s not very effective is because when you message a person who isn’t on your Friends list the message aromatically goes into a file called “Other” on their message area. Most folks don’t know about that folder so they never see the messages put there.

It is important for us all to be careful about what we put out for the world to see. So putting minimal info about yourself is good, but have at least something. Maybe your state but not city. Maybe the type of work you do but not your actual work place and so on. You can actually fill more in but block it without blocking everything. Facebook offers a lot of options. And as far as pictures you can block all your albums from strangers but leave your profile picture album unblocked or even have a special album that you leave unblocked and put a few pics of yourself in for such occasions.

And more about safety, don’t bother getting offended that people won’t accept your friend request cause you either have no info and pic or have it blocked. Instead be happy that they are careful cause careful is smart.

I’ve written about this before. Just needed to ramble on about just again. 🙂

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