Wow.
No comments on my 100th post?
*tears*
OK, maybe it's time to take a hint. I have had a lot of fun with this blog, though -- it's just that over the past year I have not found as much enjoyment in life as I had found during the previous several years of the blog. Losing someone very precious does that to you.
I don't want to talk about that. But I would like to try to get back to the blog if I can. Writing is therapeutic, and maybe I'm finally ready to think about therapeutic things.
For those of you who have lost someone vital to your existence...do you ever feel that if you allow yourself to be happy again or allow yourself pleasure or healing, that you're denying that the person was important to you? It's a sobering and and saddening thought that follows nearly every laugh or smile, like the shadow you see even when the sun is shining. Some days you don't want the sun to shine because even that feels like a betrayal of your feelings for the person, as if it would be more appropriate to see grey skies because they mirror your heart.
I know I'm being depressing...sorry.
Anyway. I think I will end this post here, and perhaps later I will give you a Letchworth Report. That is coming up shortly, and I know I shall have many tales to tell after such an event. Stay with me if you are so inclined. Thank you.
posted by Jess @ 14:36
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2 Comments:
I've been fasting from blogging, and boy am I thin and svelt now! Whew-eee! That's hillbilly for "quite noticeable".
So it's your 100th blog posting. Well all I can think of to so say is, "GET A LIFE!". Well, not exactly, but I thought that comment might be the most provacative. You see, that's all I really have left in this pathetic little bloglife that I have created. I could be nice, encouraging, a constant companion in times of need. But instead, I'm grumpy, challenging, cynical, cold, unsympathetic. Geez, this is cyber talk you know. The most unconnected, cold, sterile form of "relating" that the disconnected urban dweller could possibly contrive. You see, if you're looking for warmth and sympathy from internet conversation, you're, as the famous poet Waylon Jennings once wrote, "lookin' for love in all the wrong places...".
Don't worry I'm extending my arms in a gesture of warmth and understanding. I'm smiling and telling you you're such a nice person. I gently pat your back as we embrace. Can't you feel the sincerity? Can't you feel the heartfelt concern for your wellbeing? Can't you tell that if you really needed help I'd run away as fast as possible, telling you I wish I could help but have a pressing engagement that precludes my helping you out?
Instead of living through THAT disappointment, we'd rather let our cyber-imagination convince us we actually do have friends that care about us, wouldn't we. I understand, just go ahead and keep calling out to us for blog postings. We'll make you feel all better.
*He**He*
Yours cynically,
sfl
Wow!!! A COMMENT!!!!!!!
Yippee-ki-yay!!!!!!!
That's hillbilly for "I am feelin' the love."
I think.
*goes back and reads again*
Well, maybe not so much.
Oh well, because I am pathetic, I will take any and all comments, no matter how caustic and vitriolic they may be.
Only one question. How would my esteemed commenter recommend going about "getting a life"? For that matter, does my esteemed commenter have a life himself? One would assume so, because life-getting is recommended by this shining example...but then again, they say people often point out flaws in others only because they have the same flaws themselves and are therefore familiar enough with said flaws to recognise them. Perhaps this is a similar case.
I only say perhaps.
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