Mystical Mundane

It looks similar to minds.com - which is opensourced and was created in part by Elgg peeps. What IS movim exactly? Read the original post and comment stream on Friendica

Mostly I just feel like shit. I feel old, tired, ugly, disillusioned, sad and angry. Don't tell me to see a counselor. Just don't. Because there is nothing anyone can say to make anything better. Unless his or her child died. Maybe then we'd have something to talk about. Otherwise no. Yes, I have lots to live for, yes I know she'd want me to keep going. I'm SAD for fuck's sake, not stupid. I want a week off to stay in bed and do nothing. I want a pity party and no one is invited. There is NO right way to deal with this. There is no choice. There is just day, after day of words, and events. Some of those small. Some of those bigger. Games pull me out of it a bit - online interactions with people in virtual landscapes who can't see me make faces at them when they irritate me, or can't see me cry when they trigger me, but who can really make me laugh even though I feel empty inside sometimes. I can log off when it gets to be too much. Church has helped too....

I have this old netbook thingy Eee.... it is running windows 10. Somehow. Wondering about a linux install instead. Kubuntu? Mint or... Read the original post and comment stream on Friendica

I know I've remote followed a few people from gnusocial. Like 2 or 3? but I seem to have the feed of all the people I follow on gnusocial,here at Friendica ... and its two way interactive..... same email? same looking person? How do I have these peoples posts in my feed when i didn't atually add them here at Friendica? Read the original post and comment stream on Friendica

Just popping in with a hello! Read the original post and comment stream on Friendica

https://thevalueofsparrows.com/2017/02/09/psalms-when-it-feels-like-god-is-absent-by-daniel-f-polish/

When tragedy strikes, we are often faced with failure. Not failure of our own self - because it is expected that we break down during tragedy - but failure of belief systems to provide comfort or failure of the support from people we were sure we could have counted on. Having your child die feels like the worst violation. It tears away everything you believe in. Gods  become empty, people become paper cut-outs and the sun is merely some transparent disk hanging in a dead sky. Words take on a hollowness and sound strange and the feeling that somehow life isn't real begins to chew and gnaw at the edges of sanity. In that space of thought, as the void of absence spirals and pulsates like a sick, broken and foreign entity - things fall away. Not just useless things, but useful things. Everything separates and tumbles down scattered at your feet and you step over, and away from them as you wander blindly, in pain. There is a need to pull back from the ache and ill feeling of desolation ...