I have been challenged to answer two questions. First, do I play in my daily life? Second, What says playtime to me? I always find questions of this nature amusing. I don’t care if the person asking the question is a prospective employer, a therapist, or a snake oil salesman attempting to talk me into something questionable.
However, if I am asked to write something about the questions, I do my best to answer them sensibly and clearly. For instance, do I play in my daily life? The simple answer is, “Of course I play in my daily life!’
Remember the old saying, “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy?” There is a great deal of truth there, with the only question being one’s definition of play. For instance, I am having a ball at the moment writing this blog.
Yes, answering the questions above and other prompts or questions is fun for me. First, I love giving my opinion and then debating points of contention. Also, it challenges me to see if I can inject my rather weird sense of humor into the equation. Take my response to another writer who took exception to my use of some pronouns and other gender-specific terms.
It allowed me to share my point of view and have some fun with them. It was all in good taste and as cordial as social media debates can be. The fun for me was the challenge of making my point and occasionally getting a grudging chuckle or agreement from the other party. Okay! That is not everyone’s idea of fun and being playful, but it is mine.
Yes, the thing that says playtime to me is any time I have the opportunity to bring a smile to someone’s face, make them choke back a laugh during a serious discussion, or leave them shaking their head with a smile on their face.
Life is a game. It is a serious game at times, but it is a game. You need to be able to play the game without letting it get you down. If not, you’re missing many opportunities to make someone else feel good or, heaven forbid, make yourself feel good.
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I like weird senses of humor. So, what social media platform were you on when you had the “pronoun” discussion?
Thanks for the question. It inspired me to look for the discussion. I discovered there were a couple, and I think there were one or two more. All were on WordPress or Facebook. Much of my writing is published on my FB page as well as WP. The interesting finding of my review was the reminder that a siupporter on one topic might be a critic on another. Also, the discussions extended beyond pronouns, as I have written about what I consider the language war being waged in the U.S. I haven’t written about that for a while, but I may in the near future.
Ah. Ok. Yeah…I left Facebook a long time ago. I have a placeholder so Messenger will work but, I dare not go there. Still censored. I had a Twitter account when Twitter first started but, I couldn’t find a reason to use it. I closed it. I returned this year when Musk took over. The censorship, there, was lifted.
It’s a language war, alright. Twist the words and drive the narrative. It’s aggravating.
I only stick with FB because some old friends from my rugby days and LE days use it. Helps me keep in touch with folks from England to Fiji, with Brazil thrown in for good measure.
My Ken is on it and my buddy Ray…Ken for his daughter, military friends & LE friends and, Ray, for family & military.
At one time, I was on for high school reunions (I attended three different ones) and family but, it got to be too much.
Many were put in FB jail. Dissent over Covid was crushed. Ray is still, routinely, locked out for something stupid. I am a free speech absolutist and there is only “safe speech” there. No thanks.
I understand. That’s one reason I started blogging. I could say pretty much anything I wanted. I used FB mostly for fun, photos and to keep up with friends, and steal jokes. I’ve noticed some folks using weird spelling to say things the algorithms won’t catch, but the new AIs seem to be ahead of the game. Right now, I am PO’d about the obvious solicitation posts that show up wanting to be FB friends. I block and complain about everyone that shows up. Okay, enough ranting. I’m going to grab a bite an watch something mindless on TV. Take care!