I just signed up today after logging onto my once quite-active facebook account and seeing that, once again, "Elvis has left the building''...
Why do I keep going through crap like this? Whether it's online or RL, I make a connection or two or three, and things go swimmingly for awhile and I'm thrilled to have found someone I can talk to about this or that, then one day out of nowhere it comes to a dead halt, and it's like I'm suffering an acute attack of invisibility. No incident, no heated exchange of words, no falling-out, just...gone. Poof!
Not unfriendly, mind you. They will always be and remain cordial when we have a rare encounter, but the closeness has gone and is replaced with this...how to say it?...it's as if an arm has appeared and is pushing me away, as if to say, "Know your place!".
(But I'm not the one who wrote those long, anguish-filled messages early on in the friendship, baring your soul and telling me that you were SO glad to have found someone you could talk to...I was just so happy that someone seemed to WANT to talk to me...)
But in all fairness to the latest defector, this seems to be an ongoing pattern with me. I make friends easily enough, and for some reason a lot of people feel they can "unleash" to me. I have been privy to the most intimate, sordid details of so many lives, and I've been told countless times how easy I am to talk to, how great it is they can tell me this stuff, what a relief to have found you to talk to, yadda, yadda, yadda. Then, when they get it off their chests, off they go, to their other friends. And that is usually about the time that I might be needing a bit of a sounding board, but all I get back is an echo, and the sound of crickets.
What am I? Some kind of social "Welsh Sin-Eater" for people with a need to unload a burden? Or perhaps the receptacle in some sort of psychic "vomitorium"? I mean, glad I could help and all, but it would have been nice if you could have stuck around when I needed you, know what I mean?
Why do I keep going through crap like this? Whether it's online or RL, I make a connection or two or three, and things go swimmingly for awhile and I'm thrilled to have found someone I can talk to about this or that, then one day out of nowhere it comes to a dead halt, and it's like I'm suffering an acute attack of invisibility. No incident, no heated exchange of words, no falling-out, just...gone. Poof!
Not unfriendly, mind you. They will always be and remain cordial when we have a rare encounter, but the closeness has gone and is replaced with this...how to say it?...it's as if an arm has appeared and is pushing me away, as if to say, "Know your place!".
(But I'm not the one who wrote those long, anguish-filled messages early on in the friendship, baring your soul and telling me that you were SO glad to have found someone you could talk to...I was just so happy that someone seemed to WANT to talk to me...)
But in all fairness to the latest defector, this seems to be an ongoing pattern with me. I make friends easily enough, and for some reason a lot of people feel they can "unleash" to me. I have been privy to the most intimate, sordid details of so many lives, and I've been told countless times how easy I am to talk to, how great it is they can tell me this stuff, what a relief to have found you to talk to, yadda, yadda, yadda. Then, when they get it off their chests, off they go, to their other friends. And that is usually about the time that I might be needing a bit of a sounding board, but all I get back is an echo, and the sound of crickets.
What am I? Some kind of social "Welsh Sin-Eater" for people with a need to unload a burden? Or perhaps the receptacle in some sort of psychic "vomitorium"? I mean, glad I could help and all, but it would have been nice if you could have stuck around when I needed you, know what I mean?