It takes more than 140 to understand.

I promised that I would write.  I try to be a woman of her word because your word is one of the most important things you can have.   To be honest, I’m at a loss for words at the moment.  Well, not really, I’m just heartbroken.  I have been for a while.  Some days are better than others.  This isn’t one of those days.

I’m not looking for a bunch of “awww….” or “Chin up, Tek.”  I’m just stating how I feel today.  I feel it more on days I want to talk about things that are going on with me that I just know the majority of people wouldn’t understand.  I mean when I say I don’t have friends, that’s a load of bullshit. I know I have people who do care about me marginally- not enough to get off their ass and do something for me if I were in trouble (grin), but interested in my general whereabouts.  What I’m talking about is having people I can TALK to.  You know what I’m talking about- don’t lie.  We have many people that we talk AT.  Yapping AT each other all damn day long.  But very few people who you can connect with and you speak TO and you listen TO.  I find a lot of the conversations I try to have leaving me empty because there is no true synergy there.  Mind you, I do enjoy banal conversations , and conversations about farting that generally go no where and are “ha-ha, whatever”, but I thrive in challenging conversations, deep conversations, hard conversations, scary conversations.  I can count on one hand over my lifetime the amount of times I’ve really sat across from someone and shown them me and felt relaxed, no filters, no editing.   Mostly what I do now is have social conversations with, yes, people that I care about, but I never lay my soul bare.  In some aspects I think perhaps that is why I am coming back to this medium… because its all so pent up.  I felt better back when I just spoke the 1’s and 0’s.  Somewhere in the midst of it all, it got lost, I tried to make connections with “real” people and it was always quite disastrous and yes, heartbreaking.  And as I mentioned yesterday, social norms changed- just like *snaps fingers*, that.  We had a disruptive technology take hold and spread like a virus, mutating just as quickly and that changed everything.

As people asked me for the URL to this site, I was having a few sidebar conversations them and I quote on friend of mine to me:

There is MORE than 144 characters up there

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You’re right about social media cutting our attention spans, so what you wrote can be considered an article, sadly.

Well yes, I tend to be right about a lot of shit which explains the love/hate relationship people have with me (I have yet to find someone who when my name is mentioned say “Yeah, well I feel tepid about her”.  But then again, mostly people are too dumb to even know what the word “tepid” means…  But I am wandering again as I tend to do.)  My point is that I think this is why there is a problem with people making friends and connections. People don’t have the patience or the time.  Yes, they want life in little 140 character snippets.  Non-committal.  Shallow.  Because it’s easier that way.  But when you think about it, the fact that people keep grasping out anyway, keep looking for more and new shallow little snippets, shows that emptiness.  Trying to fill a void with more and more bits and pieces not realizing that what they need a meal.  So what they think is easier has actually made things harder.  Relationships worth having are never easy.  There is give and take and conflict and resolution and fear and joy and just a whole gamut of the human experience.  Emphasis on the give and take.

Which is why I feel alienated from people- I’m a goddamn buffet. And I run deep, very very deep (if one of my ex dalliances is reading this, you shut up, you shut the fuck up right now.  This isn’t the time for jokes such as that, asshole(s)).  Most people cannot deal with this, these days.

I feel this has just turned into an entry where I am whining and well who the fuck cares, bite me, its my site anyway.  Still, it wasn’t my intention to go down this route and I started out not knowing what to write but wanting to keep my word.  I guess I am saying is that I hurt a little bit today because I have “the deep whatever” that I need to share and well, I can’t.  When I do, I get non-committal answers, “I don’t knows” and “Gee, Tek, change who you are” (which I would NEVER suggest to another person that I claimed to like/be friends with).

I don’t feel like sitting out and staring at the lake today and just thinking. I do that most days. Some days I want to tell you what I am thinking about.  But we see how that goes.  So I sit here, and I stay quiet-ish.

At least I know what the problem is. So many people are lost, like my example above- collecting snippets, trying to find answers in quantity and not in quality.  And I just look on, saying nothing, because people stopped listening.