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I bet if I go back and look at my last hundred posts or so, roughly 50 percent will mention the fact that I have nothing to say. That's not entirely true--I have plenty to say, but none of it means a whole lot of anything. Of course, that never stopped me before, but now it seems like time is a constraint. Or maybe the lack of constant adulation...which, of course, only comes if you post constantly, or at least comment on the journals of other folks constantly, which I never do, because if I can't find the time to sit down and write out my thoughts when they pop into my head (typically around bedtime), then there is just no way in hell that I'm going to find the time to read about the lives of others. Not to say that those lives aren't interesting--they typically are--but they aren't as IMMEDIATE and REAL as they might seem when you have a few hours to spend each and every day on the internet when you're slacking off at work or trying to kill your lunch hour, as I used to do back at the old job when I lived in South Carolina.
South Carolina...can anyone here remember that? Can anyone believe that it has been well over two fucking years since I left? It will be three next fall. I can hardly believe it myself. It seems like the time has just flown by...and it doesn't seem like it was that long ago that I first established some LJ connections and made it a priority to ensure those virtual relationships flourished. I swear, there are plenty of times when I say to myself "I have to get back in the swing of it...it hasn't been that long...certainly people still remember me." And then I remember that it's been two fucking years (and then some), and that seems like a long ass time. Where has all that time gone? When I moved here, I was a very young 27. Now I feel like a very old close-to-thirty. And when I was away from the computer for 2 months thanks to all the moving, I never was really able to pick it back up...it's a shame. It sometimes feels like I'm missing out on things...surely I am. But it often feels like my life is also very full.
South Carolina...can anyone here remember that? Can anyone believe that it has been well over two fucking years since I left? It will be three next fall. I can hardly believe it myself. It seems like the time has just flown by...and it doesn't seem like it was that long ago that I first established some LJ connections and made it a priority to ensure those virtual relationships flourished. I swear, there are plenty of times when I say to myself "I have to get back in the swing of it...it hasn't been that long...certainly people still remember me." And then I remember that it's been two fucking years (and then some), and that seems like a long ass time. Where has all that time gone? When I moved here, I was a very young 27. Now I feel like a very old close-to-thirty. And when I was away from the computer for 2 months thanks to all the moving, I never was really able to pick it back up...it's a shame. It sometimes feels like I'm missing out on things...surely I am. But it often feels like my life is also very full.
Do I know you?
I watched the ATL the other day. I liked it. I can totally see where you are from now. Do much skating in Texas?
I am happy to hear your life is full. I remember your discontent with South Carolina and all the thinking about moving to TX, buying a condo, etc... kolaches! I feel like I've known you (except not in THAT way umm). And I'm glad to have e-known you. Best of luck, and I hope you are always around in some form or other :)