I love words. Obviously I do, since I choose to blog. I love that blogging allows me to explore an idea in more depth than, say, Facebook does. Not that Facebook puts a limit on how long a post is, but the format doesn’t lend itself to ruminations of any kind.
Now I like Facebook. It gives me almost instant access to people. But lately I am missing the old BBS’s. I miss the connection of paragraphs rather than sentences. I miss feeling like I really knew people. It’s the difference between chatting at a cocktail party and having a meal with someone. Both are good, they’re just different.
I write letters to connect with people. I do. I write actual pen-to-paper snail mail letters. I’d say, if you want one, contact me; but the internet will be around long after I am no longer blogging and I can just imagine some poor person trying to reach me and I’m not around. I do have a mailing list and I do send out mail on a regular basis. In fact, I’m planning to send some stuff out this week.
So what is it, this drive to connect with folks? I don’t build community much in person. No, I take that back, I am part of several communities. I have a friend or two who I met just socially. I have 2 different groups of work friends from different jobs. I have more than one friend from support groups. And of course I have roommates. Oh, and my extended family (the nuclear family have all passed away, but the cousins remain). So there are several communities of which I am a part. I am more social than I give myself credit for being.
And yet I feel disconnected. The only thing I know to do is reach out more. Go back to The Cat Site and IUOMA and see what’s going on. Plan lunches with the work ladies. Call my family and see what’s up. Write some letters.
Maybe, if you read this, you could leave me a comment so I know we touched each other’s lives for a moment.