If you do make money online, what is your method? Do you take those surveys? Do you write for someone? Do you teach courses?
If you don’t make money online, have you considered it?
I’m asking for me (out of curiosity) but also just hoping to start a discussion about what’s a realistic means of making money online.
I’ve noticed that some blogs can propagate some very unrealistic myths about how to make money online, and I want to start a realistic conversation about it.
Someone has asked me to build and market a website (and subsequent social media platforms) for them… for free.
Fuck off.
Seriously.
I think that people mistake my desires to help, provide suggestions or assistance as a willingness to do it for them. There’s a big difference between providing suggestions and doing it for you.
If you want me to do something for you, you can pay me. Time is money, and I AM VERY GOOD at what I do, so you can pay a premium, please and thank you. And, if you don’t think I’m worth paying than please, by all means, go and do it yourself. No sweat off my back. I know my worth. I also know that proper marketing is not as easy as people think it is. So, really and truly, good fucking luck.
“Even after all this time the sun never says to the earth, ‘You owe me.’ Look what happens with a love like that. It lights the whole sky.”
Hafiz
I bet you’ve really never thought anything of it… but there is a reason why I call you my sunshine. That nickname didn’t fall upon you by accident, it was curated for you and you only. The light of the entire sky. The reason for waking each morning. The warmth of even the coldest of days days. The golden hours more beautiful than the most coveted of possessions. The brightest star in the universe. My life, my love, my one and only sunshine… look what happens with a love like that. The whole universe is brighter because of you.
People say that I feel too much. That’s probably true.
I can’t help but feel sad, though. I’m heartbroken and a little lost thinking of all the people who thought they were boarding a flight home and their lives were lost in an instant.
On January 8, 2020 a plan crashed into a field shortly after departing the Tehran International airport and all 176 people on board the flight were killed, immediately. The plane exploded upon hitting the ground and all that remains are remnants of the lives that were.
Mothers, fathers, sons and daughters, doctors and researchers, students and kids. Newlyweds, best friends, people who loved, cured, and looked after us all. People who dreamt of a bigger and better world free from war, people who deserved more, deserved better and were innocent in all of this, lost their lives because of something that had nothing to do with them.
‘That’s terrible’, I saw someone write on twitter. ‘But what does that matter to me?’ Pretty cold, right? I don’t think that it came from a callous place, I just think it came from an uninformed place. I truly don’t think people understand that everything happening in this world effects us all. 176 families around the world are grieving the loss of loved ones and millions of people around the world are wondering the very real question ‘what happens next’?
We might not get to know what happens next. In chaos theory, the butterfly effect is the sensitive dependence on initial conditions in which a small change in one state of a deterministic nonlinear system can result in large differences in a later state. In layman’s terms, it doesn’t matter if it happens a world away, it will effect us all.
The first thing I thought when I heard this plane went down was ‘this was not an accident’. The second thing I thought was ‘holy shit, how do we prepare for retaliation?’ People can toss blame wherever they damn well please, but the truth is, if we’re passing blame, we’re not fixing this. 176 people died and something needs to be done about it.
Missiles are being shot off like it’s no big deal and it’s a big fucking deal. We are one on this earth. No matter the country you come from, no matter who you are, we’re all human beings and we should all care when something like this happens.
How do we fix this? I’m not sure yet. I do know that nothing’s going to get fixed so long as there’s weapons of war being strewn about the skies over ANY country.
6 Winnipeggers, including family of 3, confirmed dead in Iran plane crash – Here’s an informative report to some of the victims, one of which, Uzonna said Forough Khadem, was a Canadian scientist who discovered a treatment for Leishmaniasis, a disease that kills 50,000 people per year when untreated.
More information on the plane crash victims
My only solace in the aftermath of this horrible event is that it’s got our country, and hopefully the world, talking about the incredible value of human life. The narrative of the news has been much of an explanation as to what these beautiful souls brought to our world.
The world has suffered a giant loss. Why does this keep happening? I don’t have the answers… just a lot of questions.
I’m not sharing who sent these to me because I don’t think they deserve any attention. I just wanted to share this in good fun. I was talking about them with a friend of mine a few nights back and thought it would make for a good laugh, or at the very least a smirk.
Normally, I don’t let comments like this see the light of day, but I’m feeling a desire to clap back. And sometimes, you just have to clap back.
herd ur short on cash. how much can i give u for a pic of ur feet
No. No. No. God no. Never. No. No way jose. No. No. No. No thank you. No. I cannot stress this enough… NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
I bet your ugly and that’s why you won’t show your face on your blog.
You are correct. I am the human embodiment of Princess Fiona from Shrek and I’m so damn scared that people are going to figure that out, I won’t show my face.
You are annoying.
Then why are you following my blog?
You are an idiot.
Again, why are you following my blog?
I have a medication that could help you with your anxiety and I was wondering if you’d like to purchase some?
While I thank you for this kind and generous offer, I typically don’t purchase medications from strangers on the internet.
ur blog sux
Then don’t follow it.
There’s something so sexy about your anonymity. Would you show yourself on cam for me?
Not for all the money in the world.
C***
Did your mom teach you that language?
You act all high and mighty but the truth is you’re not better than the rest of us. We’re all losers here.
I actually don’t think any of us are losers. I also don’t think that I act high and mighty. I know who I am, and I’m actually incredibly insecure. I would never act as though I’m better than anyone else.
you bought your followers
Sorry, no. Had I bought them I likely would have done it the first weekend I made the blog so that I could have been popular from the get go. I wouldn’t have waited a year to do so.
The lack of god in your heart is the reason why you’re suffering. You could be free, all you have to do is believe
I don’t really consider this mean, as I don’t think the person who was sending this is mean, I just consider this to be kind of… stupid. This is also a really quick way to piss me off. The implication that one’s religious beliefs has anything to do with mental illness is fucking ridiculous. There are plenty of deeply religious people in this world who attend church, give their hearts to the lord, devote themselves and do everything that their religion asks of them and they suffer from mental illness to extents that we couldn’t even begin to understand.
I bet you’re a man and that’s why you don’t show yourself.
I won’t lie, there are definitely days I wish that I was.
You whine a lot on your blog. I don’t get why people think it’s good.
It’s my blog, I can say what I want to on it. As to why people think it’s good, you’ll have to ask them. I have no mind-reading capabilities.
You’re kind of whiny.
I feel like you get me. You really, really get me.
Want to make some money fast?
Does it involve pictures of my feet?
Your spelling sucks. Have you ever edited a single one of your posts? Your blog is painful to read.
My spelling does suck. If you’d like to apply for the position of editor of #MillennialLifeCrisis I’m sure we could arrange something. The pay will be zero but I’m an easy going boss and I give out free cookies. You get back to me if you’re interested!
First and foremost, something I’ve posted to social media but not to WordPress, The Australian Red Cross is accepting donations from around the world. If you would like to donate to help those affected by the devastation of the ongoing wildfires in Australia, please click here.
If you do not have the means to donate, I would strongly encourage anyone who reads this to inform themselves as to what is happening in Australia and the reactions (or lack thereof) the Australian government has had. Australia has one of the most, if not the most, unique and diverse ecosystems on earth with hundreds of species who call it home that exist nowhere else on earth. Everyone should be aware of what is happening, what has been lost and what is at stake.
If you’re in Australia and have been affected by these fires, or not, my heart goes out to you. I come from an area of Canada that deals with forest fires annually and I know the heart-wrenching horrors that is watching the world burn up around you… and we don’t even have Koalas to worry about.
Okay, so where to start…
The house is quiet, for a few minutes at least. Insert casual Vee.
It is the first week of the new year (and new decade) and everyone who lives in my house has been sick. Really fucking sick. I’ve been taking them to the hospital to get IVs because they’re just that sick. It has made for a lot of long days and even longer nights. Let me tell you this – cleaning up someone else’s puke is no joke. I’ve always had a respect for doctors and nurses, but when I go through week’s like this week has been, I respect them so much more.
Today, I decided that I needed to do something for myself, so I went for a massage. I told the masseuse, a woman, that I was there to get the knots worked out of my lower back. (I’ve been dealing with some serious tension in my lower back as of late and I thought a massage might help) Her response? Lathering her hands in fucking oil and then running them through my hair. Did I want a head massage? No. Did she try to persist after I told her to stop? Abso-fucking-lutely. There aren’t a lot of things in this world that make me really, truly angry… but when I have clean hair you best not fuck that up.
I was relaxed up until that point. Actual smoke started spewing from my orifices. We had a very frank discussion about what it means to listen to a customer when they make a request of you and my angry voice came out. My angry voice RARELY comes out…
Sadly, that wasn’t the only time the angry voice came out today.
I decided that it would be smart to carry my open laptop, a glass of water and a plate of dinner downstairs at one time. Yeah, that didn’t end well for me. Thank goodness I have one of the most indestructible computers of all time, but I had some very choice words for myself after that happened.
‘You’re such a fucking idiot.’
‘This is why you can’t have nice things.’
I really hope that I’m not the only person in the world to yell at myself when I do stupid things. Also, there’s really no saving your dinner when the dogs run over to start licking food off the floor at the bottom of the stairs. So… protein bars it is?
Today’s score is: World – 2, Vee – 0.
In other news, I don’t think I’ve ever done this, but here’s a song that I really love:
This band is a favourite of mine. I’ve never heard a song of their’s I didn’t like. They’re a Canadian band and they actually had a song (Knocking at the Door) become a bit of a sport anthem in the past couple of years. It was used for the NHL playoffs, NBA Finals, the Super Bowl, the World Series, the World Cup, the Olympics, and so on and so forth. They’re not so much Indie anymore, but I still love them dearly and have fond memories of their incredible shows in dark, dingy pubs across this country.
Also, here’s a book that I really love:
If you’ve ever felt like you just don’t fit anywhere in this world, like you’re misunderstood and you’d be better off on your own, away from every one and every thing dragging you down, this book is for you. I’ve read this book probably… 30 times at this point. Each time I read it I get something new from it.
Alright, I think that’s all for now. I can hear my name being called from upstairs…
Make smart choices.
Bye.
“Did I lock the door?”
“Is the oven off? I haven’t cooked in hours. But, what if I left it on? I know I shouldn’t let my OCD win, but what if? Oh, anxiety you SOB.”
“How many times do you think I roll over in a night? I wonder if Fitbit could ever make an option to track that rolling over. That’s got to count for calories burned, right?”
“I wonder if there’s a way to send supplies to people struggling in North Korea.”
“I wonder if people in North Korea know they’re struggling. If that’s all they’ve ever known, maybe it’s just normal to them?”
“Why are avocados so expensive?”
“I wonder if I’ll ever get a job.”
“Passport to Paris is the best Mary-Kate and Ashley movie ever.”
“I wonder if I ever cross anyone’s mind when they’re trying to fall asleep at night.”
“Can the right pair of jeans really make my butt look that much better? I don’t want my butt to look average, do I? Or, do I really care?”
“English accents are just so adorable.”
“How can I start my own business?”
“I wonder what serial killers think about when they sleep at night.”
“Now that these ancestry kits are available where people are sending off their DNA to find out where there family comes from, do you think serial killers are wondering if their family members might be sending off their DNA and that, could eventually, lead to their getting caught?”
“If you get arrested, own up to it. If all you have is excuses, this likely wasn’t your first time and probably won’t be your last doing whatever caused you to get arrested.”
“I miss cheese. Oh and bread. And chocolate.”
“You should sleep.”
“You should really sleep. Why do you lay awake like this?”
“I have to pee.”
“Reading a book will help me sleep.” Picks up book and gets bored five pages in. “Yeah, I don’t want to read a book.”
“Why do people think Canadians talk funny?”
“Why do people think Canadians apologize so much?”
“Why do I apologize so much?”
“I wonder what people say about me behind my back. I mean, I don’t want to know because I know that it’ll eat away at me. But, at the same time, I’m curious.”
“Why do I have such a hard time sleeping? How do normal people go to sleep?”
“I wish I could sleep.”
