Good morning, and welcome to winter. I’ve had a flood of emotions since Thursday, and I don’t know if I’m going to edit and post. Any of my previous thoughts because my mind can’t think about anything other than the NASCAR tragedy of December 18.. I know that in the past few seasons, I have not been as faithful in watching the sport, but it isn’t easy when all of your drivers have moved on to life off the track, and we are left with a handful of silver spoon grandsons who only have their ride because of who their grandfather is. I have been doing a lot of knitting and writing, but I don’t know if any of that writing will come to life beyond the drafting board. I’ve been posting a lot of things directly to the Facebook page, and sometimes it’s easier to share there rather than summarize in a blog post. Also, I have been using other platforms besides Meta. I’m keeping track of everything in the news, and to be honest, I feel like much of it is repetitive and nothing I want to put in my diary sincerely. I have lingering thoughts about how I feel regarding TikTok – not only because of the drama, but also because of the new censorship and the way I don’t feel like my presence is acknowledged, so why be there unless it’s with the creator who will believe me? I know some of that sounds petty and immature, but when you’re neurodivergent, a lot of your energy goes into something you do, and you feel like you’re wasting time if you’re not acknowledged.
With regard to Greg Biffle, his family and the plane crash, it’s always the best drivers that get taken from us too soon and it’s the Monday morning quarterbacking on what could’ve we have done different and the media being intrusive and repetitive and in some cases getting the information wrong. As I am sitting here thinking about this, I’m thinking about the friends and the remaining loved ones who were confirming it shortly after it happened, and in my heart in my mind, we don’t need any confirms from the media, the government, the medical examiners, if they know we know and when I say that I’m in the family and your friends, we don’t need to wait for any medical technicians to do their job. In our hearts, we know that Greg and his family, plus +3 other individuals, did not make it. I’ve been intermittently doing posts about TikTok and the creators who have essentially become two-faced assholes. Those individuals are why I don’t participate in certain things anymore; it’s not because of them. It’s because of what happens in communities that I don’t like.
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