So, I am reading – surprise – again – making it through PILES and PILES – but when do I get to put these aside and get back to the novel I started last night?
He’s hot, right? Which makes the reading even more exciting. That’s just how shallow I am. Read the first 50 pages last night – after 2a.m. however – so, eager to re-read and move forward. But on this, my second day wrapped in blankets in my basement, bat-cave combo room-office hiding place – I am getting a little lonely-ish. I really REALLY miss my dog.
Yeah. That’s what I miss. I think I used to be better at solitude before this whole constant connectivity became an option. Now, with Twitter and e-mail and texting and such – if I am NOT beeped/buzzed/whatever-ed every so often – I feel as if I am less than real, have been techno-disappeared. So I Twitter-troll, checking the feed of the MANY MANY authors, publishers, agents I follow – and people I know or once knew (most of the people to whom I regularly speak are not on Twitter – oddly – in fact, yesterday, I got a response from a friend to a Tweet I sent BEFORE Thanksgiving – asking whether they were coming through town) and – wow – this sort of semi-dystopian new-reality I’ve made for myself (meaning – lots of people who thought they loved me decided that they really didn’t and I was okay with that) has done me a world of good, because now when I see “happy” and “celebratory” Tweets or techno-media postings from people who might – in some versions of reality – be thought of as having been part of events or actions that caused me pain – I actually sort of glow with an energy of, “Oh good, s/he’s happy and doing well.”
Which always takes me by surprise, because I used to live in some hurt place. So, yay for me, dystopian-sort of-enforced-sort of learned and embraced solitude has made me more loving and embracing. Wow, as I suspected, getting AWAY from people is the key to liking people again.
And having those thoughts, I Tweeted:
#ThingsYouDidntKnowAboutMe I love happy tweets from ppl who don’t like me; when i can sincerely celebrate their joy i know my love was real
- No good has EVER come from wishing others ill – it’s that whole “i’m rubber, you’re glue” kiddy playground taunt trope. don’t do it.
And both of these managed to accumulate “LIKES” – which, you know, in technoworld means I have not, somehow, disappeared. LIKE!