You would think with all the free time I have had in the last month or so that I would have been writing, taking up knitting, learning something new, or at the very least keeping up with my cohorts via all the various social networks…
Obviously there were no posts. I have the beautiful yarn that forgives mistakes, as well as nice needles, yet no real interest in learning that skill at this point in time. I joined a local sex-positive center to get the fringe benefits of lectures and classes, such as a class on rope skills in the bedroom. good stuff. Although the first time we went to a little intro party, I was just standing around all gussied up wondering where all the young, pretty people were. It sounds shallow for sure, and on some levels I’m ashamed of myself for admitting that, yet I really did not want to see what I witnessed there that evening…aesthetically speaking that is.
I do check one of my social network accounts once in a blue moon. To my delight I have found a few friends that were missed. The friends we all have, the ones that you did not hang out with all the time, the ones who fell outside of your base social network, yet were an important part of your life. You got drunk with them every other weekend for two years. You connected. You moved on, they moved on, you would see them maybe once a year.
It feels nice.
I’m so far away from everyone I adore outside of my core family.
Thank gosh for the internets.
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