A Journal of Sorts
pity those who do not care they languish in their own despair consumed by their own affair they create their own hellish lair and into it... they disappear and to all the people who met me through email over the years (snail mail is another story), if you miss me I hope you understand the time constraints of life as I know it these days... there was a time I was relatively retired and could spend hours on end online aswering emails and reading group mails and playing in chat rooms and corresponding individually... those days I was much more comfortable financially and did not have to work... I was lounging around on the upper levels of Maslow's pyramid scheme... these days, I'm barely keeping my head above the proverbial material world pond and most of my time is spent working or doing the basic survival stuff... too the express elevator back down to Maslow's bargain basement, if you are following the conceptualization (if not, Maslow was a psychologist who... ummm... well, suffice to say it is easier to keep in touch when one is nearer the top of he metaphoric pyramid he used to represent life development situations)... if you are not reading these journals and care, then you might be in a similar place, so you might not know it but we still share an understanding... and if you have the time, but not the interest, then, right... nevermind... the words (and my thoughts about you, because I am intetested because I really did care back when we shared words and I still do care) are here for you to read if you find them... if this world wasn't so full of people who invade privacy I'd mention your names, but even mentioning the forums in which we shared could bring unwelcome voices to those forums as it has in the past... some people who do have the time to be online a lot are hiding behind masks and psuedonyms, demonstrating their lack of social skills that probably kep them from having lives offline and instead of trying to learn and help themselves hey just wander around looking for any sort of attention or interactions and it's easier to find an argument them a conversation, so they provoke and taunt, trolling for attention with sharp words as hooks rather than kind words as connections... the vulnerability they fear showing offline that makes them shy or depressed or angry isolated people is in control of their thoughts and it shows online as a shield keeping them just as isolated in written sharings... sad, but better not to lead to your house, even online... so I'll trust you to know who I mean... in the newsgroups and email groups and mailboxes I used to love to visit and still miss even though I've been relatively incommunicato (in many cases, completely) for long while (in some cases a few years)... still, if you dig around enough, you'll find mention of he groups I mean somewhere among the gardens... but of course, if in doubt (ta-da), just drop me a line (adress below, ya know?) and you'll find me eventually (patience is the primary requisite to kindness, goodness, knowledge, beauty, enlightenment, and genius {at least}, so may you have much)... it would be a great kick and huge smile to hear from you J missing you between out of focus dreams and cups of coffee designed to keep me awake through the long nights of working split shifts doubles for the money not really funny but we can laugh at the folly of working for a living at the expense of living and we'll have a good time then yeah we'll have a good time then |
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