It’s still very warm and dry.
The field grass is tinged with yellow and the roses in the front garden are fully in bloom.
Around six we had the threat of a storm but nothing moved past the rumble of thunder until almost seven when it rained without lightening.
The thunder grumbled on until almost 8pm
I’m watching Barry Manilow at the BBC
I’m doing another overtime shift tomorrow afternoon.
All monies are going to my counselling fund.
I’d like to think that blogger is frequented by older internet users.
People that have learned to play nice for the most part.
As we all know that’s not always the case.
Earlier someone complained there were too many videos posted on Going Gently …fair point , but felt the need to add a petulant and negative so I didn’t watch any
Most bloggers I have physically met have proved to be delightful characters. Indeed only a couple of weeks ago, I met up with Libby and had a lovely time, over a gin and tonic, mutually shared information from the written word expanded into the verbal where it becomes real and tactile.
I’ve had friendships with bloggers which have proved disappointing and I’m now a firm believer that much of this kind of phenomenon is an example of Over familiarity breeds contempt .
Blog friends often turn up daily, feel that they know you and in extreme cases feel that they can say anything to you that in real life they would never say to the face of an enemy let alone a friend.
A little while ago a commentator informed me that I disgusted them. Then they used personal insults to support a view they neither had personal experience of or practical facts about.
It’s a common phenomenon seen with online interactions , akin to road rage.
Another blog follower once referred to me in a comment with such venom and rudeness that I was shocked to my core. At 60 I think I’ve had a good 55 years experience of making friends and during that time had never been spoken to in such a way.
I cut all contact there and then.
I would not let my best friends talk to me like that, let alone someone who had never met me
Without the nuances, parameters and reality of physically meeting up, proper friendships on line I feel are rare.
Which is sad, as is the bile which is unleashed from faceless and angry people