I don't know, I guess I'm a bit of a mess here. I've been picking at the Facebook "scab" for awhile now...I log in to what was once a fairly lively place so I can see that no, I still don't have any messages, and that someone has just "liked" the post I put up 4 days ago, but evidently not enough to say anything...
Thing is, I should have known that it wouldn't last, it never does. It's as if God, or Fate has decided that I can only have a taste, never more than that. Just enough to make the inevitable loss all the more painful.
I don't live alone, I have a husband, and my youngest still at home. But Hell, I can be completely alone in a roomful of people! Yes, I have that skill!
You know what I think about sometimes? Sounds stupid, but I think about the fact that there won't be a lot of attendees at my funeral. I'm not talking NOW...don't get me wrong, the one thing I am not is suicidal, I'm much too stubborn a ***** to give the world the satisfaction, but I think about that, and I'm glad that by the time it happens, I'll be dead anyway so it won't have to bother me.
I wish I was a misanthrope. That would make the lack of interaction a good thing. But I guess that I DO want to have people with me, as hard a time as I have with that. And I'll confess, there IS a certain masochistic satisfaction at logging back in there, just pulling back that big, juicy scab one more time..."See? No one wants to talk to you, and the few that did don't see you anymore because you've become invisible."
The thing is, I'm always told how great I am to talk to...they'll say, "Oh God, I can tell you anything-this is so great!", and blah, blah, blah. Then, when the crisis has passed, away they go...
honeysuckle. If I had known this when I was 20, I'd have gone to school and gotten my psychology degree. Then I could just bill their asses for wasting my time.
I enjoy writing, but seem to have lost the creative "Ummph!". The muse is still there, but she's on life support. I seem unable to act. I feel completely ineffective in my world, and am now afraid to take ANY chances...I'm just sort of sitting back and waiting for the whole awful little drama to play itself out.
I'm actually not sure why I'm posting this, there really isn't a central point to it. It's more like just random ranting. But perhaps this is what I need to do.
Thing is, I should have known that it wouldn't last, it never does. It's as if God, or Fate has decided that I can only have a taste, never more than that. Just enough to make the inevitable loss all the more painful.
I don't live alone, I have a husband, and my youngest still at home. But Hell, I can be completely alone in a roomful of people! Yes, I have that skill!
You know what I think about sometimes? Sounds stupid, but I think about the fact that there won't be a lot of attendees at my funeral. I'm not talking NOW...don't get me wrong, the one thing I am not is suicidal, I'm much too stubborn a ***** to give the world the satisfaction, but I think about that, and I'm glad that by the time it happens, I'll be dead anyway so it won't have to bother me.
I wish I was a misanthrope. That would make the lack of interaction a good thing. But I guess that I DO want to have people with me, as hard a time as I have with that. And I'll confess, there IS a certain masochistic satisfaction at logging back in there, just pulling back that big, juicy scab one more time..."See? No one wants to talk to you, and the few that did don't see you anymore because you've become invisible."
The thing is, I'm always told how great I am to talk to...they'll say, "Oh God, I can tell you anything-this is so great!", and blah, blah, blah. Then, when the crisis has passed, away they go...
honeysuckle. If I had known this when I was 20, I'd have gone to school and gotten my psychology degree. Then I could just bill their asses for wasting my time.
I enjoy writing, but seem to have lost the creative "Ummph!". The muse is still there, but she's on life support. I seem unable to act. I feel completely ineffective in my world, and am now afraid to take ANY chances...I'm just sort of sitting back and waiting for the whole awful little drama to play itself out.
I'm actually not sure why I'm posting this, there really isn't a central point to it. It's more like just random ranting. But perhaps this is what I need to do.