In which My People can be as obvious as everyone else.

[chicating]

I'm in this facebook group for crip women. I like them mostly, but I don't think we solve each other's problems so much as BTDT them.(Which sometimes seems good enough, but is sometimes more "demented and sad, but social." New member in her twenties with crutches pipes up all "I'm lonely and envious and want what my friends have," Which, like, hello, my summer home, right? I just wish I could be further beyond all that mess, right?(Maybe I'd be a better writer, too, if my choices made more an impact on how I live...my characters don't have arc because the closest to action I ever get is ducking the filling of all my shit sandwiches.) I hated to tell her I didn't really have any answers besides to think about what is good in her own life and to think that nobody is blissfully happy all the time.But a lot of the other women are like "Put out a dating profile!" and "Have you tried therapy?" all of which is decent advice I've tried multiple times, but if there's anything worse than being lonely, it might be doing a full fucking Peggy Oleson sales job on yourself(happy, not dingy, real and serious but not a buzzkill) only to have someone write "wassup?" back.(If you ever do this, fuck you, especially when you ask me for more pics when you don't take your sunglasses off...have I mentioned that this town kind of sucks lately? Still does. Maybe moving would fix it all. Therapy. Therapy is good. I've learned a lot from it, but I'm clearly not Done, right?(Although there is an evil voice in my head that says "Maybe she would be. Maybe that's you, because you're defective and gross."
BuT I hate to see this chick fiddle with some damn profile, trying to break through to Mr. or Ms. "Wassup?"