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The... Honest people are kind hearted people they won't think bad for others.

“Honesty is important because it creates peace of mind and promotes relationships of trust.

The benefits of honesty extend to personal health, relationships and society at large. The opposite, lying, leads to distrust, conflict, corruption and anxiety.”.

I am not a Saint. At all. I just haven’t been convinced yet that i should lie…

I'm not ashamed of myself for anything. Nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to hide and nothing to lie about.

what about white lies?

white lie.... helps. why
because.... i cannot
say....

“I don't care about other people's feelings, if they can't take the truth, that's their problem.”


The thing is, people's feelings DO MATTER. Caring about other people's feelings is called compassion. Having compassion for others is a good quality. None of us live in a vacuum. We live in a community, we deal with people every day. In order to make this community work, we all need to be considerate. We all need to learn when to keep our mouth shut, when what we say doesn't help the situation and only hurts people.

Not caring about other people's feelings doesn't make you “cool", doesn't make you “independent" or “smart". It makes you a nonsense.

Time and time again, scientists have proven that given the opportunity to cheat, people will do it. Dan Ariely has studied this phenomenon extensively and concluded over and over again… people cheat all the time, but just a little.

Alcohol breaks down people’s inhibitions. They say and do things they would not otherwise do. So it is not unusual for a person to get drunk and verbalize thoughts that would have gone unspoken otherwise. Some people drink on purpose in order to create this effect, especially if they want to confess love to someone or say something else they are afraid to say. In this circumstance they often refer to the drink as “liquid courage.”
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so... i dont mind... my man
drinks... so... i can know the
real truth..

.. So we all are.. horrible people?.... No.

We just speak what comes to mind...

will be continued in the
comment section...

There could be many reasons why you don't travel as much these days. Some common reasons include:

Cost: Travel can be expensive and you might not have the budget for it.

Time: You might be busy with work, family, or other commitments.

Health: If you or someone you care about is not feeling well, traveling might not be possible.

Safety concerns: The COVID-19 pandemic has made travel more difficult and unpredictable, and you might be more cautious about traveling for safety reasons.

Lack of interest: Traveling might not be a priority for you at the moment, and you might prefer to stay at home and enjoy your free time in other ways.

It's important to remember that everyone's travel preferences and habits are different, and there's no right or wrong way to enjoy your time off.

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Seems a few bloggers have vanished obviously im not talking about the ones that get booted then morph into another faceless blogger with the same MO until one of the Troll hunters reports them




Will post a pic of them as they come to mind ,sort of a last post remembrance blog

I am sure that everybody will identify with what I am about to say There are some songs that we all love because when we hear them it brings us back to a certain time or a certain place
And upon hearing these certain songs we can actually feel that time frame when we first heard the song
There are some songs that I identify with and they are songs upon me hearing them? Brings back to that certain place and what I was doing
Green Tambourine By the Lemon Pipers
Carrie Anne By the Hollies
Honey by Bobby Goldsboro
Love is all Around By the Troggs
Nobody but Me By the Human Beinz
There are others but thats enough for me

I was wondering if others had their songs that bring them back to that certain time and place and what you were doing

Elon Musk appears to be concerned that he or members of his family face the threat of being abducted.

His 76-year-old father, Errol, told The US Sun that his son increased his own security with more armed guards following "recent threats".

Im not wealthy but im happy.

Have you ever been watching a sporting event on television that went into overtime and the event lasted longer than anticipated?

Right after that event, the television announces we are now bringing you to your regularly scheduled program already in progress.

That is life.

We just jump into life already in progress.


Isn't that a bit weird to think about?

Where did we come from? What were we watching before and what is the program going to be after?




Maybe more like a video game too...where it is a television program that is interactive.

What role do we play in it?
and
Have we overstepped our boundaries in this interaction? ....meaning, have we become too aware or knowledgeable of our situation and have we come to expect more from it than originally anticipated?

...just some thoughts

When we were given this physical vehicle (our bodies)...has our freewill accepted this challenge? Were we just randomly given it? Or were we forced to accept it? For ultimately what purpose?

...just some more thoughts



Are we here to solve a problem/mystery? Are we here to help others to make future watcher/players better off than we are/were? Are we just meant to be workers? Or, are we here to just hoard resources for ourselves? For sure though...we are here to reproduce vehicles(bodies) to allow new players to enter.

As far as we know...through our span of interacting (till our death), we are ultimately judged as to whether or not we were good or bad for the overall television program. Did we positively or negatively contribute? At least that is what our multi-thousand year old religions makes us believe. Religion...the "already in progress" television program's collective message.

Footsteps echo as they travel right into my ears. Click clack, click clack. Not the steps of others, my steps. Mine. The steps of a smart person, the steps of an upright person. The steps of a reasonable person, the steps of one who stands and presides over others.
I looked at other people doing stupid things and I thought to myself, such an idiot, or pointless. I stood as a judge, picking apart the people who fell because they were too weak. The world is for the strong afterward, I thought; you have no right to be alive and be so weak. Eventually, though, I learned. I saw my indiscretions. Different from those of the "weak," but then, how am I any different? They steal to survive; I think of legal ways to steal from others. It is permissible by the law, so, why not? We the elites point fingers. But we have dark dark indiscretions that we could never allow for even a bit of daylight to illuminate. My shame, my disgrace, my indulgences; though different from those of the robbers and the liars and the corrupt and the addicts, my shame was still great indeed. Great, but tucked away. Away from the vision of others. It hit me. We are all shameful women; we are all shameful men. Those who are "strong," and those who are "weak." We all are just still dirty people, only that we are dirty in varying degrees and we have our dirtiness covered in the dark. Safe away, so no one can see. In fact, we are so scared that given a chance, we would kill to save ourselves from the shame. It hit like an illumination from a million-volt headlamp. The realization of a naive life. The naive life that I paraded with such great pride. And like a sinner, I turned away from my pride. I calmed my desire to judge, realizing that we were all stained. I became understanding. We are all just doing what we can do to survive. What we know to do, is what we do. The thieves, the liars, the wicked, the mean, the deceivers, the corrupt, and the weak. Everyone is just doing what they can do to survive. If someone acts extremely poorly, understand that it is where they are at and do not let it bother you. Treat people properly regardless of who they are and how they are. This became my way of life, my culture, until one morning, I realized, people aren't just doing the best they can. Some people are but some are not. They are people who are just lazy and nasty and wicked and merciless and unreasonable because they want to be. Not because they cannot do better or because they do not know to do better, but because they want to be; because it is comfortable, and they'd rather be comfortable than make an effort; they'd rather be wicked than be kind. They like it that way.

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When I was 16, me and Teddy Weinberg 14 and Freddy Thunburg 15 decided to go on a camping trip on our bikes (bicycles not motorcycles). We all lived on 85th St on the upper East side of Manhattan. We had heard there was a nice camping area out on Long Island. So we loaded our camping gear on our bikes and started on our trip. When I say camping gear I mean a 2 man pup tent, a sleeping bag and a couple of blankets. You read that right 1 sleeping bag.
We headed uptown to the Triborough Bridge and over the East River to Astoria Queens where we picked up Northern Blvd aka Rt 25A and headed Eastbound along the north side of Long Island. 87 grueling miles later we arrived at Wading River State Pk. We went to registration to get a camping spot. It was at this point we learned that at least 1 of us had to be 16 years old. Fortunately I was 16 so we were good to go. I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I was only 15. Would they have refused to let us stay there?
We setup our tent and laid one of our blankets on the ground and used the sleeping bag like a blanket. Can you picture it? 3 teenagers under 1 sleeping bag. During the night we were so wound up from what we had just accomplished that we couldn't get to sleep, in fact we were giddy from excitement that we had just done the impossible. We were laughing and telling jokes and making so much noise that a man from a nearby camping spot came over about 1 AM and shined a flashlight into our tent and said repeatedly "Three Little Punks" "Three Little Punks". Well, we were scared what this grownup would do so we clammed up and he left and the rest of the night we didn't make a sound.
The adjacent camping spot was occupied by a male nurse and his wife in an 8X10 Wall tent. We made friends with them real quick and they even let us stay in their wall tent one night . I felt like I was staying at a 5 star hotel sleeping on a cot in their tent. I think they were really impressed with us, and probably felt sorry for us.
To be continued.