Angry comments on Social Networks  

Today, let’s remember evil people from BD, the baddies’ country in my fantasy world!

       

Either we like it or not we’re obsessed with social media. That’s a fact! Well, at least for the most of us!

I’m not even sure to know all social network, so I can say I still have some autonomy.

Personally, I’m often on Facebook, I’ve always had Twitter but I use it only from time to time. Lately I signed up on Instagram as I think I like the concept.

As far as I know the main reasons why they’re used are: to easily keep in touch with people, to get some gossip, to share ideas and information on the preferred topics and to get the latest news in one click.

Pros and cons are in every single thing but with the social media everything it’s kind of amplified.

If you do something silly, everybody will know; if someone needs help, in that way the problem will be addressed faster.

However, just because of that, mean comments or action will spread as fast as the good deeds. No, maybe faster than the rest.

It’s incredible to see such a behavior. It’s like people love to see other people suffering, love to insult them. I know for sure that there are a few of them loving to trigger arguments.

Maybe it’s not even loving to do something, maybe they’re just annoyed with life, maybe they’re going through a crappy period, maybe they’re sad and desperate and to them it’s unbearable to see another person happy or receiving love and compliments. Even worse, sometimes they love to see someone going through a tougher period in order to feel better.

Do you know what? You suck and you’re horrible people!

I understand, we’re all human and, as such, we make mistakes, but this is what they are, mistakes, that’s it!

Have you done a silly thing? Fine, understand it, apologize and don’t do it again.

If you do it twice, fine, three times, less fine but still OK. After that, it becomes a habit, a bad habit loads of people seem to enjoy.

This consideration was triggered by the comments I’ve seen on Facebook on some profiles.

Of course, it’s some kind of behavior that would happen in real life too.

However, people should understand that even if someone decided to make his or her life public, this doesn’t give them the right to destroy them with their opinion. Public profile isn’t an invite to be rude or impolite.

Immediately connected to what I’ve just stated, I have to add I respect a lot public people like Supernatural cast members, or even Stephen Amell –  these are the one I follow – who decided to go public but they managed to create such nice and healthy environment behind them, that I want just to prize them.

The detail that maybe annoys me the most is that Italians seem to be the most enraged comment writers. Of course, this data is related to my own field of experience.

Anyhow it’s a pity.

What triggered this train of thoughts is linked to some comment I’ve seen on MasterChef and X factor’ s Facebook pages, but it could be extended to everything.

It’s OK to have your personal opinion, your beliefs, your fear, your bias, even your prejudice, I mean it.

However, for no reason whatsoever you’re entitle to force your opinion on other people, criticize who’s in front of you, offend someone you might not even know. Basically, for no reason at all it’s OK behave like a real asshole!

And this is the end of my rant!

Ok, it wanted to be less of a rant, I really wanted to express my opinion, but I feel very passionate about it.

Well, my dear readers, leave it or take it!

Have a well-deserved Sunday!

Most of all, please let me know what you think in the comment below!

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I’m satisfied when I watch action scenes.

 

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Samurai squirrel!

        

In a way connected with my second last post, I’ll publish this.

I’m sorry to bother you, my dear readers, but I’m living a period at the moment where the main feeling is the one of being powerless. Everything seems happening continuously leaving me with no choice.

I need at least to feel I’m in control and powerful and strong in my head! And writing on my blog helps a lot!

I think I am an eclectic type of person. It is very difficult to find something I dislike; actually, you can count the things I don’t like on the fingertips of the two hands.

Besides, with the time passing by, I realized that things I didn’t like before have become very interesting, like the second world war.

In these pages, little by little you’re discovering what I really love and I’m very passionate about.

With this post, you’ll discover something more!

I love martial arts and, as you gathered from my previous blog, I’d love to be stronger and cooler! I used to go to karate lessons during middle high school and, as far as I remember, I’ve never felt better and more self-confident in my life.

Although I haven’t done something like it for ages, I never stopped to be interested in the field and also, I’ve never said no to an action/ martial art film or TV shows.

To be brutally honest, the reason why I’m writing this post is trying to understand, through writing, why I feel so good and satisfied when I watch action scenes.

I think I’ve always been like it. I remember I used to watch Steven Segal’s films in loop when I was younger.

I guess everything was connected to the fact I did karate for three years when I was ten.

It was probably the most peaceful time ever, I felt good, I felt relaxed, understood, in my place, self-confident.

I was an entirely, totally different person or so I remember my old self as this. I wish I can recreate the same effect.

At the moment, as you know, I’m very stressed, and also, I have no spare time. Because of that I wouldn’t be able to look for a gym and start lessons of any martial art at all. Mostly, adding up to all that, you should consider that my back is very weak.

I guess that watching action scenes is a kind of palliative. They recall the sensation and makes me feel relaxed.

So sometimes when I feel a bit sad or restless or even angry I watch a film where the main themes are fights and action.

On this respect, I found out a couple of years ago that Chinese films are perfect for stress release.

They’re so packed with action and so poor of dialogue and, sometimes, of plot, that they’re like a full immersion for an emergency treatment.

How do you vent?

Watching what, exactly, makes you feel better?

Write to me in the comments below!

I’m a mixed type – a bit bookmarks user and a bit monster!

One of the meme I happen to see more often lately on social networks is the one related to bookmarks.

The genius who decided to draw the picture made it in the way to separate the reader’s world into two categories: those who use the bookmarks and monsters…I know you might have seen it at least once.

Now, I have to tell you that this meme rubs me in the wrong way every single time I see it, but I refrain to write my point of view in order to avoid long discussions on social networks threads, but this is my blog so I can freely speak!

You know what? Sometimes I’m a monster…boo! I do dog ears to books! So what? Sue me!

If it’s true that you have to live a book and that books have souls, I believe it’s also true that books are ready to tell your history, the way you’ve read them and also the pattern you followed, the idea you had and also what you ate in that particular moment.

Yes, you heard me well!

If I wanted to buy books, reading them staying straight and opening just that tad that would avoid any sign of usage for the collection’s sake, I’d have rather preferred to become a Ming vase collector!

You sit, walk, eat, sleep with you books! Live with them! And if they show the sign of it, so be it!

I understand that not all of you might agree, but this is my opinion!

Sometimes I decide to be less “monster” and use whatever I have around me in a short radius as bookmark!

I’ve made you a collage of some bookmarks I’m currently using. You know that I read several books at the same time right?

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Aren’t they gorgeous?

As you might see I use basically everything that I come across as bookmark. Yes, even a clean bit of toilet paper.

Then you can see some regular bookmarks and even the clothes tag when they’re cute, like the Sons of Anarchy or Alice in wonderland’s one.

The thing is that I read many books and sometimes I start to read them or I finish to read them in different places and, in order to keep track of the progress, I’ll put whatever I have around me as bookmark.

However, when I really don’t have anything else or, when I’m sick and tired to lose the bookmark I picked for that particular book, then I’d dog ear the page.

How about you? Are you a bookmark user or a monster or a mixed type as myself?

Let me know in the comments below!

Q as Quantity

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Once again I’m in late in publishing the posts for this challenge. I believe I will be able to beat a record this time, but for no reason I’ll stop participating. So today if my calculations are correct I’ll have to post three letters in order to catch up. But more likely I’ll publish one or two!

I have so many things to do and so many things I’m worried about that I had hardly the mindset to update the blog.

So let’s go back to the Q!

Quantity is a nice topic and most of all, one of the many obsessions I have.

If there is something I got to understand from this year challenge is that I have so many obsessions that I start to feel ashamed!

Said that and taken into account the fact that I’ll have to accept myself as I am before I’ll go mad, let’s go back to the post!

Does the quantity count? Is it better quantity or quality?

In particular after changing job, I realized that this is a real tough question to reply to and that also doesn’t apply only to writing, although, of course, writing is my main issue here!

Once again it seems that every series or every project implies a different number.

I started with a stand alone book, then I was planning a five book series that I put in stand by; for the following project I jotted down fifteen plots, and for the current WIP I decided that it should balance with nine.

How many book will I write? I don’t know, the main reply could be: finish one by one and let’s count at the end. A plot is a plot after all anyway, so it seems that the real main issue here is understanding why I cannot finish a single project once I’ve started. But this is not the right place where to understand the reasoning behind the action!

This is probably linked to a fear I’ve always had.

Would I be able to write one book after the other?

It is clear that at least I’m well able to plan them, so what would stop me to write them all, a part from my stupidity?

And because I’m a bit mean…but just a bit and just with me, the question I ask at all the times is: all right, you’ve plotted them, but will you manage to have other ideas afterwards?

I have no clue, but the fact that I asked this question to myself every single time I finished plotting each and every of the projects I mentioned above, makes me think that I will be able all right.

However, in this field is almost impossible to be certain of things. I guess I’ll have just to wait then.

What would you say about this topic?

I’m very, very curious to know your opinion about it.

Is quality better over quantity? Are they both important?

Do you question yourself at all the times?

Let me know in the comments below!

K as Kin

I knew that sooner or later I’d be publishing in late. K was yesterday’s letter. Mum came here in visit from Italy, this week is taking its toll and so I haven’t managed. I hope I’ll be able to publish both letters K and L today and get back on track.

This blog too should have been a different topic altogether, the Kelpie, but I realized I’ve used it already for last year challenge so I decided to change it.

Somewhat is connected with the other one anyway so I’m quite happy with the swap.

As I mentioned before, one of the most important recurrent characters will be the grandpa Wallace, who’s a kelpie. So I might as well as talk about kin and family.

The reason why I’m so concentrated on the topic is connected to the explanation I gave before: I’d love to leave a message behind in my writing and family is one of my core values.

Here I ask you two of the most important questions I’ve always asked to myself: would you be able to love someone who you’ve just met (and he or she is told to be part of your family) just because you know is family? Like the Little Lord Fauntleroy for example. The little fellow is brought to England to his grandpa who’s hated by everyone and loves him dearly instead just because he’s the grandpa!

But to this is linked another question: despite knowing that someone isn’t your family, would it be possible to love him or her like family and not just as friends?

I’d be very surprised if you never asked yourself at least one of these questions even once in your life.

I did, actually more than once and I have to admit that for the first one I don’t really have any clear reply but just speculation. I just guess that maybe you could love a member of family, maybe after knowing him or her better, but I’m not sure. There are such assholes in mine that I feel like putting a huge question mark on the topic.

As for the second question I surely agree with what Supernatural characters have to to say: family doesn’t end with blood.

You know I’m pretty obsessed with this show, I won’t lie to you!

However, it’s not of the show itself I want to talk about, but more one of the messages behind the lines: family doesn’t end with blood and also that family, the one you pick, blood or not, is important!

It seems that the actors want to remain consistent on this too. It is well documented by the press in their public appearances that they’re all very close and behave like family.

Also they show a nice caring attitude to their fans as well, as they call them Supernatural family. They even created some support groups for them, which I volunteered for, at least for the few hours I can spare, because I think it’s a great idea.

I firmly believe that this second thing might happen, and sometimes is even more probable than the first.

This I experienced with my dearest friends, Mili, Silvi and Nani. They’re not friends anymore, they’re family!

What’s your thoughts about it?

Let me know in the comments below!

A as Andrew

And finally we’re starting the challenge!

I’m more behind already than I wanted, if you remember I said I would write the posts in advance, but alas! I’m writing this one right now!!! I don’t get disheartened though, I want to make it.

The first letter of the alphabet introduces one of my new characters who’s basically representation of an old love of mine: Andrew the vampire.

I know that this name makes him sound like a cartoon character from the 80s and I have to admit he’s very cool.

Soon, reading my posts, you’ll realize the inner struggle I had to go through in the attempt to suppress the urge to make the vampire my main character.

“You have to write what you love”, this is the statement everybody keeps repeating, and I actually agree on it. However, if I want to be published at some stage in my life, I’ll have to think about the market also.

So the decision was to use indeed the vampire, but as more a side-kick or secondary character and use humans, for how hybrid might be, as main ones.

But let’s go back to Andrew.

Andrew is a vampire, but plays in between the goodies, let’s say this way to make it easier to understand.

Andrew suffered a lot and this brought him to think that the world needed him no more so he decided to close himself in his villa and decided to spend the eternity alone.

The details of his story aren’t 100% clear as I’ve been working on this new book, and hence world, for just a few months.

So I decided to transform this challenge posts in a bit of stream of consciousness for my WIP.

Andrew was happily married with a human girl.

The girl was sick with porphyria and so he was continuously torn in between transforming her and turning her into a real creature of the night or live with her for all the time that her life would last.

She knew he was a vampire but she didn’t mind. He had been the only friend she had when she wondered during the night due to her hypersensitive skin to the sun, and eventually he become her husband.

A baby girl was born from their love and they spent the first few months in peace.

However, people in small villages always talk, even if you’re the lord of the place or maybe more, because of that. The famine didn’t help and people kept dying and someone had to be blamed for that.

This means that Maeve, that was the name of the lady, became object of mean talk and the the talk become action and when accused to be a vampire stealing people from their houses, she was killed.

Andrew of course was destroyed by this loss and annihilated.

Their daughter, Aine, had a look of a normal healthy baby because she was half human anyway. In order to save her, despite his recent loss, Andrew decided to put her in an orphanage.

From time to time he would check on her and gave great donations to the house in order to guarantee to his own child a decent living.

However, one night she disappeared and nobody could explain why.

He begged and threatened the nuns responsible of the orphanage but they didn’t utter a word.

It seemed they didn’t know anything for real.

It didn’t matter how hard he tried to find her and how far he went in order to see her again.

It really seemed she dissolved in the thin air.

This was the final blow for Andrew who, as I mentioned before, retired from life not interested either in humans or vampire affairs anymore.

He spent like this many, many years, centuries, but despite not willing to eat, he didn’t die, he couldn’t, he was immortal.

Why he didn’t kill himself? Because the hope of a good news was still there, somewhere in his own body, lost in a far corner of his mind.

It was in this condition that his once friend Wallace found him and brought him to the world again.

For the rest you’ll have the read the book I still have to write!

Muhahahah, I love to be able to show my evil laugh from time to time!

I’m happy I managed to jot down Andrew’s life, I’m quite satisfied although I know that many elements are missing and many questions are still unanswered.

Thanks for reading and to bear with me till the end of this post!

See you tomorrow!

Why? Sick world, why?

I know that I don’t update this blog regularly and I also know that I have old posts that cry to be published. Some of them are even almost ready.

However, I want to say my opinion about the recent events. Well not really an opinion, it is actually one of my flash rants really…

Once again the illustrator Don Alemanno captured well the meaning of all this crap. I don’t believe in any god, but still I find very hard to understand why a god peaceful and full of love (every religion has always given such an excuse) would want war, violence and vengeance.

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“God, please, come on earth… and tell everybody you don’t exist”

What the hell is wrong with the world?

I think we could well foresee we would end up with wars or reproaches like the one happened in France.

I’ll try to explain what I mean.

Too often people who hurt other people or bully them or kill them get away without punishment.

From there we go a step further with the corruption of our governments or the humanity greed for power and wealth. They also get away unpunished or seen as temporary issues or as no problem at all.

How can we possible think that in a world where the stronger the wealthier and more corrupt reign we could have justice or at least we could have no reproaches like the one happened in Paris?

I was shocked, no, more than that, I was petrified when I read about the bombing happened not even 72 hours later Friday’s tragic events. I had the urge to vomit.

I didn’t even had the guts to read the article, but I ask myself: how can they mourn their dead planning the revenge? And also acting as they did? In particular as fast as they were ready already?

Do they really want the 3rd world war?

I look at my daughter’s face and I’m scared and angry at myself, as I’m as powerless as the majority of us in this power games.

What will I tell her? How I will teach her to be honest and good? And what for, since the world is so rotten?

You all really suck….