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Philosopher Parkes is at it again…

Quite the contemplative day today I'm not quite sure why but it could be the clarity of the sky, the fresh crisp fall air or the fact that I'm just starting to feel better for the first time in a week.
Apparently I'm suffering from a rheumatoid arthritis flareup but I havent experienced this since the month I was laid off from Pine River. That June I went to the ER with cramped up arms and fingers and was told I had rheumatoid arthritis after testing. I've been fortunate enough not to have that hinder anything that I do on a daily basis until last weekend.
Since I've been lifting heavyweights lately I honestly thought it was muscle strain or the growth of my guns exceeding my skin elasticity...🔫💪
I couldn't help but notice it was getting worse when I had a hard time grasping things. I've dropped things more than usual and I'm clumsy as it is.
With support from my husband and my daughter and a super fun weekend I am getting back to my ole jolly self... well kind of! 
So I know many people think of social media such as Facebook, Instagram and blogging as very superficial. Today I'm entertaining the idea that it's quite similar to file back in the day philosophers would travel in groups to talk to many people of all kinds about their ideas about life. Like me and you (whoever you are reading this). We are all trying to figure out how to navigate through our crazy little lives by getting the most out of it with love and support and the least hurt and sadness. It sounds so easy when you put it that way. In reality, I think we learn from other people's experiences or we have the capacity to anyway.
Often times, it is misconstrued as to why people share information on social media. Sometimes people just want to be heard (that's not a bad thing), or want to relate their story to someone else's for validity (again, not bad at all), or genuinely want to share an experience with someone who wasn't/couldn't be there, and then of course there are other less than stellar reasons why people share details of their lives. I'd challenge you to make sure someone isn't face booking or texting for the purpose of the first three reasons stated.
There is a component of being shy and not so shy. People share different amounts to different people for various reasons. But like I say, there are entertainers and there are ones that observe (oh wait that was Britney Spears...). We have to have both types of humans and there's nothing wrong with being on either side of the stage!

THAT'S ALL FOLKS

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