I am not complaining. I know many of you have real problems in your lives… serious health issues, emotional scars, poverty, depression… I am just really moody. Maybe manic-depressive on bad weeks. So I am not trying to belittle the obstacles and tribulations you face.
But sometimes I just feel sort of alone. Like I am surrounded by a planet full of people who I don’t have much in common with. I have family and friends that love me. But how many times in your life are you truly connected to someone on a deeply emotional level? Why is this such a rare commodity? Why is it so hard to find and maintain?
I am not planning this post out. I just sat down and started typing. My daughter Jessica, who visited last weekend and helped me with the children’s book, says I need to write more. She is worried that I am putting too much faith in the fact that my science fiction series is going to succeed. And I agree with her… to a degree. And this sort of supports my topic for this post. Because sometimes my daughter and I don’t connect as closely as I would like us too.
I know it is mostly my fault. She is a great kid, a great person. But she is in her early twenties. You know how people are at that age. Even if you haven’t seen them for a while they spend a lot of time texting on their phones or other devices. They are sort of hard to relate to. They think they know everything, and you know they don’t. Okay, now it sounds like I am laying this all on her. And as I said, I know most of my lack of ability to connect with people is my own fault.
I am one self-absorbed individual. It is just the way my mind works. I try to be a good listener. I know that would help. But even while the other person is talking, I am busy trying to think of my next clever remark. And there is one thing I can never get past. Whenever anybody tells a story, no matter how good it is, I have to outdo it.
The funny thing is, because of the crazy life I have led, I always can outdo it. It isn’t my fault. I did some crazy stuff when I was younger. I had adventures. I put myself at risk. It had something to do with wanting to be a writer. I needed to have things to write about. So now, no matter what topic a person brings up, no matter how compelling a story they can tell, I always have one that is just better.
It sort of makes you wonder if you would like me if we met in real life, doesn’t it?
In fact, it might be a fun challenge to do a series of posts where you try to tell a story and see if I can top it. But let’s put that on the shelf for now. To go back to the example of my relationship with Jessica, we are both a little too similar in a lot of ways, and way too different in other ways. We are stubborn and opinionated. So we can never teach each other anything. It is just a tiny bit sad. Because I am crazy about that kid, and proud of her as well. But she was so close to me when I was a stay at home dad and we were together all the time. She admired me. We were buddies. I miss that closeness.
And that brings us back around to how the hell we can sometimes feel lonely even when we aren’t really alone. That lack of connection with the fellow riders on this rollercoaster of a globe shooting through the cosmos. If you can feel disconnected from your own family, how close can you ever really get to your friends. Have you noticed how different friendship is as you get older than those crazy bonds you formed when you were a kid? Kids experience life together. Adults share a cup of coffee. Kids are open to adventure. Adults are stuck in ruts.
Do you ever have conversations with complete strangers that you happen to be sitting next to on an airplane, or in a line for a movie or wherever, that are deeper and more thought-provoking than most of the conversations you have with those closest to you? I know this is partly due to the fact that the longer you know someone, the more of your good stories and opinions they have already heard. It is hard to impress a spouse with a good story unless something huge happened to you that day. They have heard it all before.
But a stranger, that is a different thing altogether. They haven’t heard any of your best stories or jokes. And you can sort of get caught up in the moment. And there is the added fact that you know if your story sucks you wont ever have to see them again. So in a weird way, the longer you know someone, the closer you are, the more time you spend together, these factors all sort of work together to make getting closer difficult. And once you can’t get any closer, it is all to easy to start sliding farther apart.
Maybe that is why I so cherish the special bond I still have with the friends I grew up with. Why I still do posts of pictures of Chris and Andy when I go back to the Bay Area. Because there is something awesome about people you haven’t talked to for weeks or even months and then you see them and it is like you were never apart. Yeah, they have heard all the old stories, but they were there for a lot of them. And the odds are, even if your life is rather boring, something interesting happened since the last time you talked, so you have a few new things to say to each other.
I don’t know where I am going with all this. I just feel lonely sometimes. In a weird way, this blog helps with that… I mean making me feel less lonely. Perhaps this is the strangest kind of friendship. Because we can tell each other things. We can talk to each other. We can invest as much as we want to or feel safe doing. And if some of us don’t like a part of your personality, there are others who will. Or you can change your personality. Who would know… Not that I do that. What you see here is the real me. If you don’t like me on the blog, you sure the hell wont like me in real life.
Okay, thanks for letting me ramble. Most of you will see the word count on this post and just skim it, or hit the like button and move on. Some of you will read it and chuckle and maybe even think about it a little. And that, I can tell you, is something that I deeply cherish. And you know what? Your comments will make me feel a little less alone.
Pouring My Art Out 
I relate to this so much…and…my daughter is nine and it’s already happening…she is so self sufficient already.
Oh man… it is all just getting started for her… and for you…
Amen. Preaching to the choir, brother.
And then it gets crazy…
Wow! What an interesting post on this Thanksgiving weekend (Canada)…It’s day 2 of my long weekend and I keep procrastinating to get out of the house…I know I should get out, my friends and family would love to see me…I think….but sometimes I like to be with “me”…then I feel guilty for being alone…I don’t know if I feel lonely…sometimes I just feel alone and that’s a face of life…aren’t we all really alone? Am I supposed to feel lonely? once I get over the guilt of not getting out..I relish my moments reading or writing…my cat and my muse are great company and they adore me. That said, when I do feel melancholy…I vacillate from feeling despair and weep (I just cry easily) to reaping from the amazing inspiration that my muse conjures up during those moments. So now when I feel down emotionally or suffer chronic pain, I think ahead…Oh goodie, this shit is for a reason at least…lots of good stuff to write soon soon, just hang in a bit longer. Great post…it’s like you are actually talking to me…us…Oliana
You have a muse and a cat… I have crack squirrels… I think you got a better deal… thanks.
Because I found your blog, I’m less alone.
At least we are alone together… but I am glad you found your way here. Yay.
Here’s the reason: No one can ever possibly be just like you, so you can never 100% click with someone. But once you let that go and just see how high you can get with your loved ones, it-
Dammit, let me rephrase that – how high of a PERCENTAGE OF CLICKAGE you can get with your loved ones, it becomes a fun journey of discovery. My wife and I just sort of randomly both liked Asian art. I did not know this when I met her – it just bubbled up gradually over time. And lots of other people, and lots of other commonalities, and it’s fun. This blogosphere can help you find all kinds of people to fit your many moods. I should know. Have you seen my blog? It’s totally schizophrenic.
Well I will say that you are one of the people whom I know from blogging that I really wish I could get to know in real life. I sometimes think that we would ‘click’.
I’m not gay, if that’s what you….
We might get along like Lars and James.
I just think we could talk about some interesting stuff. My man crush has no physical manifestations.
Haha I would listen to your secret life
I would have fun telling you about it… I tell a good story.
Because of countless moves in the last 12 years & mobility issues, I have very few friends & my kids all live two provinces away from me. So all my current friends are blogging buddies. When hubby gets ticked off with the amount of time I spend here blogging, I only have to remind him these are my friends & we’re talking for him to realize how much I need this time to connect with others.
You remind me of my stepgrandfather who was the class clown. He was always tickling us with his “cookie duster!” When we would go visit him at his place, he would take us up in the cherry picker (he lived on an orchard) even though it scared the daylights out of me!
I need to get me a feather duster… my feathers are always dusty.
Fooled you, HA ………Sorry. You just opened the door a little to wide for me on that one and I couldn’t resist the quip. I’ll bet spell check went nuts on troglodytes. There must have been some interesting suggestions as to what you “meant” to spell.
It recognized it… but it doesn’t like ‘ain’t’ or aint…
Why are we men so uncomfortable talking this way about this? So much worry about going off on tangents, and overstating. Consider how zany all of us seem on this blog 99.9% of the time. Who would have thought this feeling of disconnection, loneliness and wanting more out of relationships would so pervasive and chronic with this particular group? As men though, we are quick to discount it and brush it under the rug. Interestingly, because this is such a creative group here and somewhat more liberal than the general population, the men are coming forth to express their feelings and counsel one another. I know some of you may be uncomfortable with all of this, but I’m proud of Art and this group of guys for stepping up to the plate.
When you consider that the usual options of dealing with these emotions in men, especially as we age, is depression and/or suicide, how can we not begin to address them? This post was a good start. I don’t expect this blog to continue to address this issue, but it is obvious one is needed and probably out there. It’s doubtful many of us will sit around in a circle of folding chairs in a church basement talking about it anytime soon without a court order.
Men are trained to be emotional midgets in so many ways. I never had that problem. Maybe it is because I am big. I don’t care about how people perceive what they think of as weakness. I have feelings. Deal with it, world. And stop raising your male children to be emotionally stunted troglodytes. Also, I do attract a great group of open and honest individuals… many of them being male… and some of them are not adopting completely fake personas for the purpose of impressing the rest of us… I hope…
I’m surprised to see you have these thoughts, assumed so much swimming in your head and always in wonder of life that you wouldn’t have time to feel lonely. I can’t say I’ve ever felt like this, I’m not that close to my family but have a broad spectrum of friends who suit most needs, they all can’t stand each other so I have friends for different occasions which works well.
And for the bits inbetween, my cat gives me enough company, having her depend on me makes all the difference, maybe that is some cause for you, where Jessica is off on her own now, maybe it is part empty nest syndrome? I also have a lot of company in my own head that I can never get lonely.
It’s odd how we are measured by how many friends we have on social networks, I hear people bragging that they have 200 but people no longer value friends as opposed to statistics, this is in itself terribly lonely. You can of course have friends on the web but we are confusing numbers with friends, putting that ahead of real connections with just a few. When I see lines of people sat on my train everyday buried in phones I feel sad as they just missed some hilarious thing that I am observing, real life is happening and people are missing it.
Maybe too many people are striving to be liked and going about it all the wrong way. It won;t cure loneliness, it just widens the void if it’s all meaningless. I don’t know if I have gone off on a tangent trying to understand your predicament. In a way it sounds like an expectation met with disappointment, but then is that expectation obtainable anyway? I am guilty of taking things simply, having friends who expect this and that from people, who always fall out with friends over silly issues, which I interpret as their own expectations were selfish to begin with as they have projected their expectations on others who cannot live up to it instead of taking that person for who they are and appreciating them for it.
Ok, I know I’ve gone off on a tangent now.
I still have Mollie at home, so the nest isn’t empty yet. And I love being with me. I guess I have more a vague feeling of disconnectedness mixed withy a slight melancholy than actual loneliness.
Preaching to the choir, especially on the melancholy part. Is it possible that too much time here is creating a disconnect elsewhere. I understand the gratification that comes with blogging because that’s why I am here also. It isn’t that I can’t communicate with my wife and others within the scope of my reality, it’s just here and elsewhere i communicate with “like” minds about things I enjoy or need to talk about. If I don’t like the thread of the conversation I move on until another time, or simply go to another place. Where else can you find so many other people in the same place at the same time talking about the same thing? We are all part of a self-selected sample in the blogosphere.
The other side of it of course is being heard. Many of us feel we have never REALLY been listened to in our lives for whatever reason. Some of us also cannot hold our own when in a group with stronger personalities dominating the scene. We either don’t participate or get easily shut down. I find blogging fits my conversational style well. I can be very quick to quip (Say that 10 times rapidly) but I pause and think when it is something more serious unless it is a topic I have addressed before and have a ready arsenal of opinions available. With a blog, I can comment when I am ready and talk as long as I feel necessary (Obviously, huh?) So, as I said, it is very gratifying, and like most gratifying behaviors, it can have addicting qualities, which takes us back to the comment about feeling a disconnect. It is way to easy to click for another fix, the next reveal, the next intimate moment than to invest the the more difficult task of relationship building in person. When conflict comes up, you can’t just move on or log off. You have to dine with it and go to bed with it. I think you are POSSIBLY right about the loneliness, but I also recognize you are writing a thought process out and not necessarily firm conclusions. I think it very possible to be with others but still feel alone. Don’t deny that feeling of loneliness too easily because it does have a source. When sorted out, it may not be what it now seems, but you do need to figure it out. I know, like me, you will feel better in a bit but I do feel, like me, you will do better to identify the source. We owe it to ourselves and those around us to limit those disrupting excursions into depressive funks. I’m with Jessica, I think your life needs more “Willie” moments in it. This blog lets your inner child come out and play itself to death, but that flesh-to-flesh connection is missing. “Willie” moments give you the chance to experience moments of both “aww” and awe.
I know you keep telling all of this perhaps you have overstated this. What I think you really mean is you have dumped a lot of incomplete thoughts and concerns out here and we are reading too much into it. What I (We?) see is a friend who needs to complete those thoughts and concerns, even if not necessarily publicly. Me think thou doth protest to much. I encourage you to do the heavy lifting. Do it gently, a small piece at a time, but be consistent in your efforts. Neglected, it only gets worse with time. Those around you now may not be then. Then will be a much more difficult time to begin to deal with loneliness.
Yeah, I know this is not what you expected when you wrote this post. You should have known better though. Consider this too: look at all the others, particularly men, who have expressed similar feelings here. Our counsel to you is counsel to us all.
This may not be your normal patois but it is you heart speaking for many of us.
To pick one part of this to answer to, I have begun to notice that for some weird reason I feel like typing things to people, even people I have never met, feels more real in some ways than words shooting out of my mouth. It is like they stay there forever. Maybe they wont be read right away, but sooner or later, more people will see them. Words you say just evaporate.
But take my ‘about’ page on this blog. I typed that like a year and a half ago. I still get comments on it even now. And likes. I haven’t checked, but I bet there are a lot of hits from that one thing that started all this off. This is like the difference between making a snowman and carving a marble statue. Oh, I am so doing a post about this… I love you man.
We should all love being with ourselves. It’s impossible to piss yourself off
Yes, but it is easy to disappoint yourself.
When you feel lonely do you really want to feel less lonely?
We can never be certain that others experience what we experience in the same way. Loneliness is a symptom of existential angst. It’s a good creative tool.
You are alone. We are all alone- together.
That’s what I said… let’s be alone together… I am going to write a song called that.
Simple answer – Yes.
There are no simple answers…
“Only when I’m around people.”
Sean Penn from The Thin Red Line. No lie.
Connections are funny things. People are funnier. We live besides those we should know, float away from those that we did, and crave immediate catharsis in the arms of strangers. I crave being alone just for a few minutes a day. It is very hard to do that. And when I’m there, I crave people. There is just no winning sometimes. But we are not meant to win, I think; we are built for striving. We are built for a quest that has no end, and I think we need to be comfortable with that, for we are given no greater truth but that which we make and that which we occasionally deconstruct. We will maybe swim to the bottom of the ocean; we will maybe reach the ends of space; but the quest is to know why we are here to do that in the first place, and who enabled that (or if there is any such thing as an anyone at all) is the critical path that stinks of the mud beneath our feet. We each contribute little bits to a journey; well, who am I kidding, some of us do nothing but stand in the way of it. But so what. We strive. We grow. We try to understand what this humanity thing is. And in the process, we will be lonely, because we do not have all the answers that we want; perhaps we just know that we have, at this point, only the quest. This great evil, where does it come from? Love. Where does it come from? Terrence Malick asked these questions in The Thin Red Line. And he, in my opinion, ended it with a resounding cry that I have trouble ever forgetting – he said, “if I never meet you in this life, let me feel the lack”. We feel the lack. But who is the you? That is the question.
Call me trite and discount me all you like. For while the above may not be the question, it is certainly a question.
I just like the violent parts…
That was a glib response. Okay.
I was being glib. Sometimes your long comments overwhelm me. But I am the guy who was video taping all the best violent scenes from action and war movies and sci fi and so on to show on guys nite, and I was also planning on turning them into a game called ‘body count’ where as you watch, you try to keep track of all the deaths on these sheets I printed out that broke it down into fire and explosion, blunt force trauma, dismemberment, shootings, stabbings, crushing, animals, impalement, etc…
Sigh. I will keep them shorter.
That isn’t what I meant at all. But sometimes I have to be in the mood. Sometimes I will answer your one line comments with a long one. I have no control over these things.
I give.
You do give… that is what I like about you.
I thought self-absorbed people don’t really feel alone. I mean, they are have themselves, so no one else is really needed for happiness. (That’s more like me, actually).
So maybe you’re not as self-absorbed as you think,
I am, but I need an audience…
you have like 1250 people, and some, like me, are actually paying attention 🙂
Oh… right…
I hope this had some cathartic value for you; getting these things out and on paper can help to focus the mind and see what’s actually bothering you; I find that feeling lonely/lost whatever you want to call it, comes in waves, and there’s nothing that can get rid of it till it’s ready to leave; I hope comments work for you though.
I just like to get people talking about stuff now and then.
Challenge accepted. But no need to do it in posts. I don’t need that much space.
42
I win! 😀
43… I think not!
But, 42 includes 43 because 42 is the answer to the life universe and everything… Pretty sure that means I win.
It just so happens to be the wrong answer… but maybe I wasn’t supposed to give that away yet.
Hah! The answer remained the same, the problem was the question… Life, the universe and everything wasn’t specific enough.
Well technically speaking, the answer to all that can’t be contained in one number… the real answer is 43.6/pudding… but then I would have to tell you what the right question is also…
I think we are all winners as long as don’t suddenly find ourselves as a potted plant or a whale floating in space.
I never find myself as either of those… since the 70’s…
Leaving us to infer that you have at some time in the past found yourself as a plant or a whale… Which was it?
It was a really big plant, if I recall correctly.
Big = leafy? or Big = tall?
It was the 70’s… who can remember… I bet it was lots of nice, bright colors…
I probably don’t feel as lonely as I should. I don’t much like being around people. I however understand what you’re saying as I often feel invisible in the real world. I love love this post. It’s the most real I think you’ve ever been on here! I’m sorry you’re feelling alone right now, and I hope someday you will get back that connection with your daughter. 🙂
We are fine… I may have overstated that part a little.
that’s good
It is fairly typical.
I think we all have moments in our lives where we feel lonely even when we are surrounded by amazing people and things. I see these moments as just reminders that from time to time one should be in silence and take notice of ones own thoughts and feelings. Sometimes only you can fulfill that lonely part in your life all you need is to just listen to you.
Thanks. I agree for most people… when I listen to myself I can go crazy… sigh…
Hard being in a conversation when you are a writer…all those stories and characters keep popping up and dancing around begging for attention. Like artists who some say have a wider field of vision from the positioning of their eyes, writers observe/are sensitive to relationships and interactions that others might miss?
In any case, blogs can form a spiderweb community: fragile, but strong, rare and beautiful – or sticky and annoying. A bit intriguing, comforting, and addictive – depends on the person. A pretty nice place to wander around though.
Kids. what can I say. Many share the same. Although the connecting thread may stretch and be under tension at time, it rarely snaps. Just reel it in slowly so you don’t scare them off? (giggles)
Oh man… now I need to do a post about spider webs… thanks…
those things are sticky and tangle…deadly, did I mention that…if you’re a bug…
I am a bug… but I am doing it anyway… right now…
I have been feeling this exact same way for a few years now. I am surrounded by a loving family, have more friends now than ever, and yet I feel so lonely. I could have written every single word you wrote. It’s uncanny. Everything is exactly how I feel. Everything. From the fact that people have it worse than me, so why am I whining, down to the ending about blogging helping to bridge that loneliness just a little bit and all the bits about friendships in childhood compared to now.
Well dust yourself off, little lizard friend, and let’s be lonely together… ohhh… I should write a song called that…
Haha – I should like to hear that song!
Have you listened to any of my original song videos yet? They are on the top bar, a button called ‘my original song videos’…
I love your original songs 🙂
yay
This… is just… wow.
Maybe I really should think less and write more?
I wrote a similar short post a couple of weeks ago. Also there is a video I attached with a song. You should read it.
ok.
The Lonely is a sacrifice that was pre-destined to be with us. The sacrifice to be who we are… artists.
That makes it sound so cool…
It really is kinda cool once you start thinking about it. We are the elite few… and it comes with a price. Giving that up (impossible, but hypothetically) would make me shallow, a carbon copy of the vast percentage of people in this country. The thought of that happening is straight up scary. And repulsive…
I have to agree with you there.
Of course you do!
You would think so, but you might not be right.
Are you implying that I’m left?
Or that you go in all directions like the rays of the sun…
You have no idea
Burn brightly, little star… ohhh… another good tweet…
Hey… if you’re using me for tweet inspiration I want some kind of credit!
Okay… I will loan you twenty dollars at 2% interest…
I knew that was coming as soon as I hit the send button
I am never that obvious… and I was going to send guys to break your legs the first time a payment was late.
You might send them to break my legs, but they would come back to you unsuccessful
That isn’t my problem…
It’s not anyone’s problem…
Not any more it isn’t.
Until you get caught…
I notice we are playing the ‘who gets the last word’ game twice… once on my blog and once on yours… this is self-gratification of the best kind… our stats are going to boom…
Just a perk of the game…
I like it perky.
Oh do you?
Here we go again.
I have a secret lair… in a hollow volcano…
Hmm. Sounds like the beginning of a story plot…
My life is a story plot… that is the whole idea… make it a good one…
You know, this would be the perfect opportunity. But I’m just not in an insulting mood today. I’ll save this one for when the timing is right 😉
You are either polite or evil… I like it either way…
Why, thank you kind sir.
It never hurts to be polite.
Unless someone steps on your foot while you are holding a door open for them…
Then I just slam the door in their face.
That wouldn’t be polite though…
That is where the evil part comes in.
Oh, so you’re the evil one now?
We all have a little of both.
That’s what I like about my occuation. It is in a creative field and there is never another gaffer at a soical gathering and the job itself has a certtain cachet. It feels good to feel special.
I can almost relate to that…
Indeed it does.
yeah
Yeppers!
Indeed.
I already used that one. Copykat.
Technically we are both using words that both of us… and everyone else… has already used before… so…
Snarfblat.
I have seen that one before too.
Frazzlesniffer.
That might be a new one. Although I think I can guess what the frazzle part is… HA!
Really? Tell me your guess then
Just East of the taint?
Precisely
But North of Wisconsin…
The land of… cheese… um… ew.
oh man… you just ruined cheese for me.
Hey… it’s National Coming Out Day. Here’s the perfect opportunity for you!
What am I, a groundhog?
She may have you there…..or not.
Wasn’t that from that cartoon about the lion-men?
Let me know when you are taking a flight; standing in a queue at the movies or market, or just hanging out. Let me know. I’ll book the seat next to you, I’ll be right behind you in the queue, or seated at that picnic table closest to the squirrel house….
Do not get too close to the squirrels… they are hyped up and tend to bite. But you can get as close to me as you feel safe doing… thanks.
There’s my friend Arthur. Now I see what the escape of he crack squirrels was all about. I know that is cryptic. I’m going to leave it that way for now. I will tell you something I see that you don’t. You aren’t losing your daughter, she is finding you. You didn’t realize you were lost, but she did. She knows the better part of you that has been tucked away and she will help you find it. Let her know you want and need her help. More later in another place. I am familiar with the same pain.
I didn’t mean to overstate it. It isn’t anything that people don’t go through at this stage. Probably less damaged than most. But I appreciate your thoughts.
I don’t feel you did overstate. I do think we tend to dismiss things like this to easily and move on. I am not talking about clinical depression here. What I mean is we stop short of putting in real effort to figure out what is really troubling us. Most of us don’t need therapy, we just need to quietly sit and wait for that “small, still voice” to speak to us.
I suspect the author of the children’s book is an very old friend of Jessica’s that she has been missing without being aware of it. Perhaps she needs to see more of him. Together, perhaps they will both find old friends they are missing, Or maybe I’m just an over reaching sentimentalist. You be the judge.
We actually got along really well this time. But we still drive each other just a little crazy. I think we are finding our way. At her age, I didn’t give a crap about family, but I feel different about that now. We all grow.
Very REAL, Art. I’m proud of you. Not because you just made me extremely depressed (ha ha ha), but because you come out from time to time with real stuff. It makes me feel normal. Now stop creeping me out and post another vegetable penis.
If I post a big one, it will just make all the guys depressed…
Good point.
I have those now and then.
Ditto. Except for the vegetable penis. He never posts a gherkin, always a state fair, prize winning zuchini. You done good today too.
I did a gherkin off… HA!!!
Smile.
No smiling! Today is serious writing day!
Frown.
That’s better.
Every single relationship we have is different. Nothing wrong with gaetting that connection from a stranger instead of family if that’s where you are right now.
I get teh same feeling sometimes.
On the bright side, I’m great company, even when I’m lonely.
Oh, I know what you mean… nobody likes me more than I do… I like being with me, but there is still that dark, brooding feeling of being alone that is just built into my head. Thanks.
Yes, sometimes I just feel lonely. Even though I am surrounded by people. I have so many thoughts and words running through my head….constantly. And I feel that sometimes there is not a person on the face of the earth who could possibly tolerate the amount of words I need to expel (thank God for blogging….but even that doesn’t get them all out…). I find myself always running ahead of a conversation because I want to get to the point where I can share what their conversation made me think of (I don’t think it’s to ‘out do’ like you say, but to share, to be “in common”).
This is a great post and it really resonated with in me. I didn’t want to like it, and pass on by. Because I am still thinking about it.
That is what I like best about this strange world of blogging. Every once in a while it makes me realize that I am not as alone as I think I am. It sounds like we have a lot in common… other than the fact that you are obviously way less self-centered than I am… sigh…
I could not help but chuckle….that you think I am way less self centered. Don’t sigh. I don’t think you are self centered. I think you have much much much going on in your head and you want to share it and get feed back on it. It’s difficult to have so much running around. SOmetimes I have to stop myself from talking about the things I want to create (with word and pen) because I KNOW that no one else has that kind of energy for those things like I do. You are living up to your name….’Pouring My Art Out’. It is continual pour, not a drip.
I can be a drip too… but thanks… I blame the crack squirrels…
Damn them….
And yet without them, where would I be?
Probably not as funny….we’ll give them that….
They are some strange little varmints…