Have you ever sat at the computer and reloaded LiveJournal and checked out all your friends’ and acquaintances’ blogs and looked at Flickr hoping for new pics from your contacts… just because you wanted human interaction?
Ironic, isn’t it? Or maybe just stupid.
I wish more of my friends had blogs. I’m rarely into chatting online anymore, but I still want to feel connected. I’m not always keen on spending my evenings alone, but I’m not always interested in talking on the phone or doing Instant Messenger. You know?
Evenings like these would be good for walking around BG, stopping into Grounds For Thought, maybe reading a book or writing in a journal about something seemingly profound, maybe doing some BG low-light street photography. The idea kind of loses its charm when it requires a 20-minute drive, though, instead of walking out your door and three minutes down the street.
Enough of this. I’ve gotta go do some dishes, put together my lunch, and go to bed. *sigh*
I’m really not this depressed. I don’t think. I think I’m just tired and lonely right now. And, for once in my life, I feel like a fit person trapped in a fat person’s body. But that’s another blog entry entirely.