Yet when y'all come here and chit chat with me and I go to yours and chit chat back it's like we're young twenty somethings with nothing but time sitting at the coffee shop for hours sharing our hopes and dreams. Granted, not that I have hours to spare for blogging, it's usually a quick thing that I'm cramming in while I breeze through my email messages, glance at the news and so forth but still. Even if it's just five minutes or so I get to spend with you I enjoy it and appreciate you. So thanks, thanks for reading and for writing back. Thanks for writing yours and letting me into your crazy corner for a moment. Some days your words can make all the craziness seem worth it.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
My bloggy friends
So I really like y'all. No seriously, it's been cathartic having this fun little outlet. I like the control and getting to be as creative, or lazy, as I want to be. But what I like most is the feedback, the sense of connection. Ever since my best friend abandoned me. Yes Bobeesah, you suck. No just kidding. She was following the love of her life and at some point I think all of us have to make some huge sacrifices for that and it's a good thing but anyway it's like there's been this friend void. Of course thanks to technology and what not in many ways E is still my best friend even though she's an uncomfortable five hour flight away. Some of the readers are like her, friends in real life too, but lately I've been thinking about even the bloggy buddies I haven't met or who also live thousands of miles away how they still are like friends to me. When I go to their pages and see they're having a rough go it sort of bums me out for the day, just like with friends here. I guess what makes it hard now is I'm finally out of that stage of life when there's a group of friends about your age and about your same stage in life right beside you. It seems once you finally exit the college years, or the years of clinging to it still, that suddenly you're thrown into a much bigger pool with way more different fish. Suddenly there are women who are into the career thing and could care less about your kids. And they're sick of hearing about them. Then there are those who are a bit younger and still looking waiting to plant their feet on the ground, find a mate, a career and so forth and you sort of look at them nolstagically but don't really relate. Then there's other mothers. And we are so cliquish aren't we? There's the attachment group, the no-nonsense parenting group, the no parenting group, and on and on. Even when you find someone who is similar to you and the way they operate the two of you are so blasted busy cleaning up spit up and chasing after the toddler before he throws the poopy diaper on your newly cleaned floor that it's all you can do to have a five minute conversation at the park. Let alone actually get a story out, wholly complete without being interrupted.