Shouting at the universe
The funny thing about Livejournal is that you can leave it for months, be completely preoccupied with other happenings (including other Internet contributions, although they're less interactive), and yet this bubbled world keeps popping into your consciousness like a red pepper flake stuck in one of your back mollars.
I wasn't trying to run away from the regular burst of activity here, but just found myself stringing out too far across other sectors and let myself drift away. It was quite easy, in fact. I stepped away much like I consciously/subconsciously stopped drinking liquor every weekend, dressing up just to go get coffee and attending parties just to watch their regular progression of up and down, up and down. (I can't remember the last time I went to a party that didn't involve some sort of potluck or a susie homemaker type meal -- we're all very mom like these days, aren't we?)
Livejournal was once a voyeuristic endeavor for me to watch people in my own city move, while I stayed still or at least hugged by the security of a four-year institution and friends who were friends for a while, but not forever. That was back when I was on the verge of hating Charlotte. Now that I have more of a tangible routine, I actually enjoy it. I once heard that happiness is simplifying your life (an NPR story about a class on happiness offered at Harvard). I believe that, even if I'm one of the most complicated individuals I know.
Anyway (anon, anon), I'm here. I'm writing again. I'm working on a book, blogging and writing for the paper still, very much in love, rearranging/nesting as always, eating right/exercising, gardening, breathing...and at mid-year, I already know that this year and the next will end up the fastest to date (culminating into a quarter-life crisis, for sure).
But writing here is still writing, and reading here is still reading, and I like both those things to fit in as much as possible into my life.
And, I miss some of you very much, and think about if you are still in your cities I haven't visited, or still in that house across town or eating in the restaurants I go to more so during the day now rather at night. Fill me in on all your rants and best of the best. I'll be around to pick up the pieces, if even just for a little while here and there.
I wasn't trying to run away from the regular burst of activity here, but just found myself stringing out too far across other sectors and let myself drift away. It was quite easy, in fact. I stepped away much like I consciously/subconsciously stopped drinking liquor every weekend, dressing up just to go get coffee and attending parties just to watch their regular progression of up and down, up and down. (I can't remember the last time I went to a party that didn't involve some sort of potluck or a susie homemaker type meal -- we're all very mom like these days, aren't we?)
Livejournal was once a voyeuristic endeavor for me to watch people in my own city move, while I stayed still or at least hugged by the security of a four-year institution and friends who were friends for a while, but not forever. That was back when I was on the verge of hating Charlotte. Now that I have more of a tangible routine, I actually enjoy it. I once heard that happiness is simplifying your life (an NPR story about a class on happiness offered at Harvard). I believe that, even if I'm one of the most complicated individuals I know.
Anyway (anon, anon), I'm here. I'm writing again. I'm working on a book, blogging and writing for the paper still, very much in love, rearranging/nesting as always, eating right/exercising, gardening, breathing...and at mid-year, I already know that this year and the next will end up the fastest to date (culminating into a quarter-life crisis, for sure).
But writing here is still writing, and reading here is still reading, and I like both those things to fit in as much as possible into my life.
And, I miss some of you very much, and think about if you are still in your cities I haven't visited, or still in that house across town or eating in the restaurants I go to more so during the day now rather at night. Fill me in on all your rants and best of the best. I'll be around to pick up the pieces, if even just for a little while here and there.