I have found it to be volitile to utilize the comments section of others blogsites (and no I don't just mean yours). It would seem that what we would like to view as a communication device is lacking in some of the more personal aspects necessary for this purpose. Perhaps webcams would help, but then we would really start to look funny wouldn't we? It would start to resemble those exoskeletal suits they have in scifi flicks. I mean if we step back and take a look at it all it is pretty humourous really. Here I sit and imagine what someone will think when they read this and yet for all its blogularity I am still sitting here alone.
I guess this post is coming from the lingering hurt of lonliness. I do enjoy people, have friends, dear friends, brothers and yet as I pour out what can be the deeper thoughts and emotions of my day I find that I am sitting here alone. Something is striking me as odd about all this.
I recently caused some hurt and ire by the simple act of saying something in cyberspace. Unfortunatly, there was no one on the other side of the table, there was no beer in hand, there was no reply until it was too late. There was no body language, no exchange of ideas, no dialogue. Nobody. And now all there is is the uncomfortable silence at the end of the keystroke. Perhaps I could see what you mean if I could see you, perhaps not. Perhaps we'll never know, but hey, the beer is still cold and I know my heart is still warm cuz it hurts.
Perhaps this blog should be just telling whoever wanders across it what my day was like and leave the thoughts for the next round. Make mine a Keith's.