Other times, communication just flat out stops, and you know you've been shafted again.
There have been studies on animals (I'm not saying they're right or wrong, so don't go all PETA on me....I'm just making a point) where if the animal is abandoned at birth, and is not touched by another being...animal OR human, they will die.
I saw on CNN the other day that people who have less than 1.5 "face-to face-real" friends, as opposed to facebook, twitter, etc., (not sure how you get the .5 part...) shorten their life span by 8 years. These "friends" are people you talk to almost daily, people you see on a regular basis, people you get together with and do things with. They had some psychiatrist specializing in socialization on there, and he said isolation is as dangerous to people as cigarette smoking.
Wow.
I guess I'm in big trouble.
I know people have lives. I get that. I can be busy too. But I'd like to think that I'd make time for others. I'd like to think that I would get out and visit people who can't get out themselves. I'd like to think that Jacob and I would visit people in the hospital, and people in nursing homes, and people in prison, and people with chronic illness who just need some cheering up.
I try....I put myself out there. I ask. I invite. And all I ever hear is "If you didn't live out in BFE...." And that really bothers me. Because I DO live in BFE, and there's not a damn thing I can do about it. But just because I do, that means the whole world just gives up on me?
People always have
And then I get to see on facebook or hear about the fun they have with other people...and how they've been hanging out and it's been so much fun.
Nothing like adding salt to the wound.
But I pick myself up, put on a happy face, slap on some make-up, put up my hair, and....sit around.
So not so full of sunshine and roses today....But I said a while back I was done censoring myself. So there you have it. Me in all my glory.
