I got banned from commenting or posting on Facebook because I responded to a post about how Muslims were treating non-Muslims in Europe by saying that non-Muslims should, by rights treat them exactly the same way. You know: burning their places of worship, harassing them on the street for how they’re dressed, burning their flags, calling for the death of Islam. Nothing different from how they’ve been treating non-Muslims. Nothing. Just the same.
Apparently, this was a frightening prospect to Muslims. And it SHOULD be! No human should treat another human being that way. If they do, it’s only fair that they be unceremoniously kicked out of the human race, just like the Nazis were. So why don’t they stop? Do they WANT this to happen to them?
Meh. The rational ones among them need to deal with their own murderous, raping, intolerant, hateful psychos or the rest of the world will be forced to deal with them in self defense, including those who quietly enable them. Is that really too big a truth for anyone, any Muslims in particular, to acknowledge?
Oh well, I was getting a little tired of posting on Facebook anyway. I like reading there sometimes, but it’s not worth posting there when so few ever read my posts anyway unless they are extremely trite or silly. I was starving for real conversation and I wasn’t finding much there with my Indian friend being one of the extremely rare exceptions… but we’re in different time zones though so it isn’t all that easy.
I’m really bored with life right now. It seems like I have neither time nor energy and scant companionship for all the things I really loved to do up until about 10 years ago: skating, hiking, long walks, swimming, water slides, carnival rides, even dancing. I remember liking to do these things; I’m excited at every rare opportunity that arises for them; and then, when I get there, I just don’t feel like. Watching seems better.
I still like to dance but other than belly dancing, there’s not much opportunity and I run out of energy a lot quicker than I used to. Besides, I’m a bit self-conscious about being the old fat lady shaking her booty out on the dance floor and then running out of breath. LOL
Is this what it means to grow old? I need to think of new things to do now but what? I’m mean, yeah, there’s always Sims, but it’s so solitary directing their fake lives while my own does little at all except for for watching out for danger from the encroaching barbarian horde… and that’s kind of depressing. I need diversion from that sometimes.