Friend or Acquaintance?
Last week, I bitched and moaned about not feeling as if I was a part of anything and that no one would care if I dissipated off the face of the world wide web. But then something odd happened.
A lady, whom I've only known on the net for about 2 months, gave me her phone number after messaging back and forth on myspace. Here's the last message I received from her..
Nov 25, 2007 9:15 PM
Do me a favor...Call me
940-***-****
or send me a number and I'll call you.
I find that hearing the voice is much better at understanding the person than just reading the words.
So call me...or send me a number to call..will ya?
A rather odd request from someone who almost never sees eye to eye with my writing. In fact, nearly 90% of her commentary is contentious against my own. But that's not really important.
After receiving this message, I was floored. I was also a little annoyed, but couldn't figure out why at first. Then it hit me.
Why couldn't we just talk? Why would it take me going through an introspective crisis for her to want to get personal with me? You see, the problem with this is if she wanted to take our communication to a whole new level, that's fine. Except..
I don't want our first encounter of voice to voice to be based on this. I don't want her first real memory of me to be Menace-the-emo-depressed-analyst. If [and that's a really big if] I were to indulge in her invitation, it would have to be based on something more voluntary. To me, it seems she has empathy for me. Almost pities me. I never was good at accepting hand outs.
Besides, I normally hate talking about myself...especially in a one on one conversation.
So I laid low for a week from myspace after receiving this message. It gave me time to sort out my feelings on this whole matter. In that week, not one single person has sent me a message or looked at my blog [due to lack of activity].
I suppose I was right after all.
I'm not letting it discourage me from my original goal. I set out to send a message to people via my writing. That's precisely what I intend to do. My next blog will be even more provocative than its predecessor. But it's a work in progress...so it may take a few days to get it just right.
In the meantime, I'm going to go get some blank discs so that I can build a recovery set for my busted laptop. Ciao!
A lady, whom I've only known on the net for about 2 months, gave me her phone number after messaging back and forth on myspace. Here's the last message I received from her..
Nov 25, 2007 9:15 PM
Do me a favor...Call me
940-***-****
or send me a number and I'll call you.
I find that hearing the voice is much better at understanding the person than just reading the words.
So call me...or send me a number to call..will ya?
A rather odd request from someone who almost never sees eye to eye with my writing. In fact, nearly 90% of her commentary is contentious against my own. But that's not really important.
After receiving this message, I was floored. I was also a little annoyed, but couldn't figure out why at first. Then it hit me.
Why couldn't we just talk? Why would it take me going through an introspective crisis for her to want to get personal with me? You see, the problem with this is if she wanted to take our communication to a whole new level, that's fine. Except..
I don't want our first encounter of voice to voice to be based on this. I don't want her first real memory of me to be Menace-the-emo-depressed-analyst. If [and that's a really big if] I were to indulge in her invitation, it would have to be based on something more voluntary. To me, it seems she has empathy for me. Almost pities me. I never was good at accepting hand outs.
Besides, I normally hate talking about myself...especially in a one on one conversation.
So I laid low for a week from myspace after receiving this message. It gave me time to sort out my feelings on this whole matter. In that week, not one single person has sent me a message or looked at my blog [due to lack of activity].
I suppose I was right after all.
I'm not letting it discourage me from my original goal. I set out to send a message to people via my writing. That's precisely what I intend to do. My next blog will be even more provocative than its predecessor. But it's a work in progress...so it may take a few days to get it just right.
In the meantime, I'm going to go get some blank discs so that I can build a recovery set for my busted laptop. Ciao!