Perusing the Facebook today, I wanted to smack a bunch of people I don't know in their heads. You know, to knock some sense into them. But since I don't know them, I have decided to proceed with a passive aggressive blog post.

What did all of these miscreants do to incur my wrath? They all responded to their friends' posts with the same sentence: I know how you feel, such and such happened to me.

When are we going to realize that we NEVER know how someone else feels, and they obviously posted whatever they did, or came and said whatever to the other person, because they needed some emotional support? Turning the thread or conversation back towards one's self is not being supportive, it's being narcissistic and crappy.

It may not be your way to post things like that, and you may not go talk to people when you're having a hard time, but that doesn't mean that's not a way some people go about trying to heal their emotional wounds. We're all just trying to make it through. Maybe show some sympathy, or maybe just scroll on by, but don't take over the thread and make it about you. That's poop.

I feel like we should all know by now that all people really need to hear is that you're sorry they're hurting and that you care. How hard is that? Or just pretend you didn't see it and don't comment. That's fine, too. But acting like you know what they're going through is ridiculous. We're all just so different. Go post your own story if you need some emotional support.

I swear if I see one more, "I know how you feel..." I may lose my mind. All the way. For reals this time.

Yes, yes, I was just getting back into posting twice a week, and then BOOM. Nothing for two weeks. Ugh.

The holy days are done and they went just fine, so there's a chunk of time every week that I'm getting back, and that is great.

We went to Pagosa Springs and did pretty much nothing for four days, and that was also great.

There are all sorts of other great things, too, but it is kind of hard to think about them right now, because a week ago we lost our sweet boy, Bruce.  The sixteen-year-old cockatiel who had laser-like poop shooting accuracy and also had the uncanny ability to make a chirp sound like a smart ass comment at just the right time.

He loved to whistle super long musical themes using the Andy Griffith song as a base.

He loved sunflower seeds and millet and would refuse almost everything else.

He would scream bloody murder when he heard his dad come home, until his dad came into his room and said hello.

He loved little kids and would cluck and coo at anyone who was less than four feet tall.

He was beautiful and ferocious and I never knew how empty our house would be without him.

Our hearts hurt.

Good grief, this one's rough.

Well, Rosh Hashanah services are down, and we've still got rehearsal and Yom Kippur to go, but I feel pretty good about how it's gone so far.

But.

(Yes, there's always a but.)

I am out of home improvement shows to watch on Netflix, so I'm having to just watch reruns, and it's ruining my life. Okay, not ruining it, but when I'm on that treadmill, I need to yell at stupid people who don't pick a house that has the perfect layout that's in the perfect neighborhood, and instead pick a house that's either too small or too expensive, that's going to double their commute time, or that is just generally all wrong, because they like the paint colors and the decor.

It gets me through, man.

How do these people function? Why on earth would you buy a house that's over your budget? Why would you buy a house that is a fixer upper when you have no money left and no handyman skills? Why would you buy a house in a horrible neighborhood because you like the cute knobs in the kitchen (I kid you not, that was an actual episode)?

So now I'm re-watching.

Basically, Netflix needs more episodes of all my HGTV shows, right now. RIGHT NOW. I have another week to go, and it's of vital importance. I need to hit the treadmill every day to keep sane during crazy time (and not gain a billion pounds), and pollen counts are too high for me to be outside too much.

Also can I get another season of Lady Dynamite? While they're at it?

Thanks, guys. Thanks.