Blogging again?
It seems I find myself having these random lapses of blog-age in which I go off and actually do stuff… Then, when I am reminded that I wished to share that life with all of the lovely internets, I go back to blogging.
In this case, it was the miracle story of one Dru, who you can find at the (apparantly singularly domain-named) http://talesfromtheasteroid.com
It reminds me that there are people out there whose lives I’ve gotten use to having as the background noise to my own, and that’s what it really is: background noise. That nice white hum of static that reminds me that I am not alone, that my unease with the world is shared by more than just my own thoughts and my fish. (More on that in a sec.)
But my thoughts keep veering off into the wild black yonder (if you will, which I’m not letting you not) and I can’t seem to control them. Being at school helps. It helps a lot to have the distraction of class and homework, but when the night is still and I am all alone, I can’t help but crave that enticing static.
Even now, I sit in my room blogging, but I am not alone. My best friend, the man whom I love, is sitting right behind me, and just because he is there, I am alright. (There are probably too many commas in that last sentence, but I don’t give a shit.) I don’t know if he realizes just how much I need him by my side, I doubt he’d believe me if I told him, but it’s not just him. I crave companionship. I long for the static of someone else’s mind, and I know it’s their mind I am looking at.
Laugh if you will, believe or disbelieve, but a good teacher and mentor has encouraged me to develop my empathy and it has worked. Whether those skills have always been there or not is entirely up to debate, but that is not the point of this post.
Also, I got a fish. His name is Dr. Horrible, and I love him. And the best thing is, like most animals of lower intelligence who do not know any better, he lets me love him in that way only a pet can. He also follows my finger around the tank.
A full length update of all the things that have happened in my life will follow, soon. But not for now.
“There are probably too many commas in that last sentence, but I don’t give a shit.”
Indeed. Who gives a fuck about an oxford comma?
I love the juxtaposition of the deep realization that it is only with an uncomplicated creature that an uncomplicated love can flourish and the whimsical “Also: He follows my finger around the tank.” Very nice.
And: YAY! SOMEONE NOTICED MY DOMAIN NAME! YAY!
Welcome back. Glad I inspired someone, at least.