In High Gear

I don’t like the use of the word “viral” there - it’s incorrect, but some folks won’t know what I am talking about if I don’t.

– Everyone should update their virus definitions now.
– Those who use the preview pane in Outlook or Outlook Express need to disable it now. Ude the “View” menu under “Layout” to do this.
– Don’t open or look at any messages claiming to be from Microsoft.
– If you see this in your Inbox, it’s probably too late:

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Oh yeah, and today I masturbated too. That may sound like nothing to you, but I haven’t even had the urge in weeks. I told you my libido is fickle. It’s like all or nothing, most of the time. It’s frustrating.

So, hey, maybe I’m getting my sex drive back and there’ll be new bondage stories, eh? I could dig that.

Woo hoo! Hard nipples!

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Today I got exercise. I did aerobic dance for half an hour.

Today I drank milk, before I found out how much carb is in it. Well, I just might arrange my carbs in such a way that a precise helping of milk is ok. I <3 milk.

Today I ate:

about .5 cup of beef stew (it was filling, didn't need much)
3-egg omelette with provalone
hamburger patty with mayo and mustard
beef jerky
steak bites

I have some tuna here for later, but that really counts as tomorrow.

resilient, how much carb intake did you start out with this last time, before you adjusted - the “careful” amount? By the way I am very happy for your success, and freely confess you are my inspiration. I also am sad about your losses, and freely confess you are still my inspiration, maybe even more so.

Ok, enough serious stuff. I did dance aerobics and am happy about that. Strength training tomorrow. Wheeeeeeeeeeeee!

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Amazing things are happening with LJ. No matter what link I click, I get something completely random. This is rather fun - though I bet it isn’t for some people. Sometimes I click a link and get taken to some image or other. Sometimes I click for comments, and I wind up on a journal I’ve never seen before.

What an adventure!

I wonder where this post will go …

Edit: This post went here:
www.livejournal.com/users/singusasong/

And my comment to doofweed went here:
www.livejournal.com/users/fathomless/

But it all got straight again within minutes. That was fun while it lasted.

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Not too long ago there was a discussion about likes and dislikes, and someone said, roughly, that they have an aversion to people who create excessive drama. When I read that, I understood and agreed, but didn’t say anything.

Then someone in comments asked how you define excessive drama. Something like, “Is it any drama that you yourself did not create?”

I wanted to jump in, but didn’t, because the post was not my own. The way I define excessive drama is any drama that’s created. At all.

See, some drama just happens. If your car is hit in an accident and you start shouting, probably that drama just happened. If your kid gets injured, you might just freak out. It’s part of life as life is lived.

Some drama, though, is created. It’s contrived, it’s set up. It is, to at least some extent, planned - even if it’s just the merest bit, by deciding suddenly you want to go out tonight, and you feel like going to club x, when you already know that your rival or ex will be there. People who do this kind of thing advise each other with platitudes like, “You have to confront him.” Leaving out the part about how the more public the place of confrontation is, the better.

Some of it is set up via rumors and messages and hints that can be taken several ways. Some of it is set up with alliances and proofs of allegiance, declarations of loyalty, and expectations of mutual defense. Defense against just exactly what - that usually is left rather vague, and then breaks down under closer scrutiny, leading to “Why Didn’t You Stand Up For Me?” act I scene III.

Some people seem to want life to be a real-life soap opera, forgetting that soap operas exist because they are a big freaking joke. Soap operas are not formulae for proper living. They are not blueprints for healthy lives. They are the direct descendants of the Victorian melodrama, and as such, they demonstrate a truly suck-ass way to live. Sure, inducing drama makes life entertaining for the bystandaers; it makes life really suck for the non-drama friends, though, and these friends will move on.

If you are reading these words and see an accusation in them, there’s a misunderstanding. I don’t associate with people like the above - haven’t in years. I don’t know of anyone who’d want to read my journal who would be like this. So this isn’t about you.

However, I have lots of friends who know people like this and are constantly hurt by them, and this is why I write. Those friends will eventually move on, and leave the drama folk to themselves. People become weary of it, sooner or later, and they just want to live their lives, get on with things.

And that’s all I gots to say about that.

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