Telephones make strangers out of lovers.
Whiskey makes strangers all look good.
Blogging makes coward out of mihow.
Sometimes I think people read this, think they have insight into what’s going on in my life and figure, “Well, hell, I know what michele’s up to, she said so on her blogger.”
I have done this. I read Missy’s site and I think I get a nugget of information about how they feel and I don’t think about calling them, or writing them to say “Hey girl, let’s sip wine and chat about elephants.” And I’m starting to wonder how easily this may effect people I know, friends of mine, some, who could very well be reading and be totally silent during all of this (lazy biznitches). And if I shut up for a few days, or for a few weeks, or for good, will I receive more phonecalls? Will I see people a bit more? Will the lurkers of my now online life become a part of my real life as they once were? Do they think they know what it is I’ve really been thinking?
Yeah. Ok. Contact.
I fear the phone. Totally afraid of it. Sometimes I don’t answer it for days on end. Now ask my mother about the phone when I was a teenager or even a few years ago (sans internet); A totally different story. I’ve become a scared coward. Now was that going to happen anyway? Or has it happened following the lazy aid of such things like email and blogging, AIM and message boards. And then I ask, what is it these things all have in common? They lack human interaction and actual voice. And I’m sort of getting tired of that. Yes, it’s easy, it’s instant gratification, (something we all LOVE during this day and age) however, there are friends I have lost touch with over the past few years who DON’T feel completely addicted to spreading their lives via the internet. And I’m asking myself, these days, why that is.
I’ll be the first to admit, that an email after a few years of no contact, can be much easy on the nerves and the tummy than say calling someone and putting them on the spot, but I find I write email to people I once had great, late night conversations with. And that just plain sucks. Hell, I have had miss Nico’s birthday present sitting on my desk for over a month now. How friggin lazy can one get?
Well, here’s to trying to even it out a bit. And here’s to exlaining why I may discontinue my postage here.
I am thinking out loud at this. Wondering what type of comments or thoughts I may spawn from this flighty post. Granted, I haven’t put too much thought into the writing of this, so if doesn’t make sense, I do apologize, But I am frustrated with how little actual human contact I have outside of work anymore. Maybe it’s the weather, maybe it’s the age thing, maybe I’m just tired, or maybe I need to make an assertive effort in being more human, grabbing hold of everyone and making them commit to good, ole fashioned eye-contact.
Who knows. But really, isn’t a hug better than these empty words? Especially a hug coupled with a beer or a coffee? :]
(Along these lines, and talking out of the other side of my face, after the reformatting of my computer, I lost ALL of my email. So I can’t write people. If folks would be so kind as to write me with their emails, that’d be great).