When A Tweet Was A Sound A Bird Made

Tweet! Does a bird come to mind when you see this word, or do you immediately think of social media? Personally, my mind goes right to Twitter. But even though I tweet. Get on Facebook a lot. And use other forms of social media now and then. At 55 years old, I can honestly say I miss simpler times.

Because of this, I made a list of some things that I feel people around my age can relate to when they think about how times have changed over the years. It’s not a comprehensive list that required deep thought on my part. That would have taken too long and I have other things to do like surf the Internet and compulsively check my email. It’s just a short summary of a few random things in list form (social media people love lists) that I hope brings back memories of simpler times. Times when we weren’t so “addicted” to some of the things modern technology has brought us.

1. We used our imagination to play, not video games. And toys weren’t mostly from movies and TV shows in the form of characters and action figures with built-in personalities.

2. TV shows, as silly as some seem to be now, didn’t involve gratuitous violence. Sex and sexual innuendos. Sex. Personal insults used as humor. And shock value added under the guise of “entertainment.” Most shows simply had a moral to the story—a lesson to be learned.

3. We sent hand written letters to loved ones and looked forward to receiving them in return.

4. We used corded “home” phones to call people, and had to remain at one spot the whole time we were talking. (Although I did attach a 25 foot cord for better mobility, and later became overly obsessed with purchasing the latest models of cordless phones available).

5. Even if we had a cell phone, we still used it as a phone and not as a typing device or TV.

6. If we needed information we relied on sources like the library or the local newspaper.  The closest thing to Google was in name only—remember Koogle Peanut Butter with its koo koo koogly eyes?

7. Even if we had a computer, it was a desktop where we would sit for several minutes, usually patiently waiting to get on-line so we could hear “you got mail.”

8. A face book was a photo album.

9. A tablet was something we wrote on with a number 2 pencil. (I’m sure some us still do, but isn’t it a pain in the ass to sharpen one, even with an electric sharpener?)

10. Our thoughts and opinions about things were shared in person with friends, family, and at social get-together’s. I know this still holds true for many people, but I must add that doing so through an online blog makes for less arguments, at least it has for me.

So there you go.  Age may play a part in what you think about my list. I would have added more, but as I mentioned I was in a bit of  hurry while writing it.  It seems when I’m not on the Internet for awhile, my hands start shaking and it makes it hard to type.

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Why I’m So Gay

“To all my gay Facebook friends. Blog Post 2You know who you are. I am proud of this post. I may have lost a few Facebook friends because of what I write about and stand for. But I don’t care. Some people have a special place in my heart, and my gay friends are included. Read on and I think you’ll understand.” —Darryl Duke

The Merriam-Webster Dictionary defines gay as being sexually attracted to someone who is the same-sex; of, relating to, or used by homosexuals. However, it also defines gay as being happy and excited; cheerful and lively.  Please remember that last definition. I feel it’s an important part of this post, as you will hopefully soon agree.

A close friend of mine recently told me that it seems I write a lot of things about gay people on Facebook. They weren’t offended by it; in fact, just the day before they defensively asked why I was differentiating between gay people and straight people in response to something I put on Facebook about lesbians. That said, I guess I do post more than a few things about gay people on Facebook, but there’s a simple reason for it; I love them.

Anyway, saying  I love gay people was included in my humorous post written as a quote, and not only was it responsible for my friend’s question, but it was the catalyst for what became a somewhat heated exchange between us.  Ultimately, this experience led to what you’re reading now, including the quote I wrote.

“Most of you know I love gay people. I have friendships with gay men and woman. However, I must say that for some reason, lesbians are generally much louder than gay men at the beach. I’m not saying this is a bad thing. As I said, I love gay people. But sometimes it can be quite annoying.”

Several of my Facebook friends, both gay and straight, liked my post, and quite a few wrote a humorous comment in response. But because of the nature of my close friends question, I felt the need to respond, and told him I learned a long time ago that not all gay people like to be singled out, and I’m careful not to do it on a personal level. However, my reply apparently wasn’t good enough for him, because he asked me the same question again, in a way that smacked slightly of sarcasm, and that’s when my reply and the exchange that followed became less friendly.

I called him the next day and we talked about the whole thing much more calmly. He now understands a certain connection I feel with a lot of gay people, and why I post some of the things I do. I’ve actually talked about this connection with many members of this often misunderstood group of wonderful people, and I’ll share it with you now.

Real or perceived. When we feel repressed, put down, or singled out in a bad way, when we feel like we don’t fit in, and when we haven’t learned to love ourselves yet. Much unhappiness results, and it’s very hard to feel good about ourselves and believe we’re worthy of love. No matter what the reasons are for our unhealthy emotions, it takes some us a long time to love ourselves and be happy with who we are.

I’m not pretending to know the kind of emotional pain so many gay people have told me they’ve experienced in their life, but I can relate to the things I spoke of because of how I felt for many years. I should add here, though, that many of the gay people I know and have met, are happy, and I hope they’re also happy with themselves.

I eventually became happy with who I was, and as a result, I became happy and excited about life and quite cheerful and lively, most days. Call me gay because of this, I don’t care. I love gay people and I love myself.

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