It’s not like I have anything of significance to post but that’s not the point. If I don’t do this, all I’ll do with this computer is check Facebook, gmail, Yahoo and, once in a while, google something. I have a life and, lately, it’s a life avoided. I’m in a mood. I’m almost 62 years old and I’m restless. I want something….Something different….But, not really…Not enough to do anything to get that Something Different.
That’s a lie. I’m working myself up to do something different. For instance, I’ve met this woman. A friend of a friend. We have been talking via Facebook for over a year and I keep promising to visit her in her country. In fact, I told her I was going to “fly down” the middle of this month. But, all that came of this plan (and I was sincere), was nothing but a last minute Facebook note to her saying I had to change my plans because I couldn’t afford the plane ticket much less the cost of the stay. I was truly sorry and I begged her to forgive me. She was disappointed and chewed me out thoroughly in two or three posts but, finally, told me “it’s okay. Maybe later.”
And I want to see her. To stand in the same room with her. Hug her. Kiss her cheek. Feel her breath. All I want is to know this woman. That’s all I want.
So, why do I insist on denying myself this simple pleasure?
To answer my question, I think, is the true purpose of this blog.