Insomnia and LJ Posting
You know... posting these things at four in the morning, when I'm feeling sleep deprived but not quite tired enough to sleep is probably a bad idea. But then again, it seems to be the only time in the past three months when I've gotten up the willpower to actually post. To think... I started this thinking I'd update Daily... but then again, there's not really enough going on in my life to warrant posts, really. Or, what is important enough, I don't necessarily feel like spreading around the internet... and I promised myself when I started this, I wouldn't lock anything away, because if I couldn't say stuff to people's faces, what the heck was I doing saying it in the first place?
That last sentence seems almost hypocritical to me, looking back. I've complained freely about people, either relying on the fact that Nobody reads this damned thing, or couching things in vauge terms, so no one can say I've really maligned them... Even the few people I've mentioned by name, I've done solely because I know they won't read... it's a sad fact of life, but that's the way it goes. It's funny, too, to think of how my friends group has changed... When I started, I barely had any friends on here. It died off quickly because of that... and then someone came along and revived my interest. She's since moved on (It sounds so much better than saying that she burned her bridges with me, and wouldn't let me rebuild them), but I'm still peripherally involved with people she's introduced me to. Now a days, I've barely got a smattering of people, some of them I barely talk to, others who I barely go a day without running into... It's so very interesting to me, really... even if it does make me feel a bit lonely.
Of course, it also makes me wonder what I'm still doing up, writing this, but I've got a fair idea... my sleep schedule is sooo screwed up right now, and unfortunately, I don't know if I'm going to be able to bang it back together, into shape...
With tiredness, and maybe a little hope, Wally
That last sentence seems almost hypocritical to me, looking back. I've complained freely about people, either relying on the fact that Nobody reads this damned thing, or couching things in vauge terms, so no one can say I've really maligned them... Even the few people I've mentioned by name, I've done solely because I know they won't read... it's a sad fact of life, but that's the way it goes. It's funny, too, to think of how my friends group has changed... When I started, I barely had any friends on here. It died off quickly because of that... and then someone came along and revived my interest. She's since moved on (It sounds so much better than saying that she burned her bridges with me, and wouldn't let me rebuild them), but I'm still peripherally involved with people she's introduced me to. Now a days, I've barely got a smattering of people, some of them I barely talk to, others who I barely go a day without running into... It's so very interesting to me, really... even if it does make me feel a bit lonely.
Of course, it also makes me wonder what I'm still doing up, writing this, but I've got a fair idea... my sleep schedule is sooo screwed up right now, and unfortunately, I don't know if I'm going to be able to bang it back together, into shape...
With tiredness, and maybe a little hope, Wally