Have you ever noticed that technology has made the extraction of someone from your life more difficult?
Back in the day, you’d stop communicating and that was it. Now you must remove the person from your Facebook, Myspace, cell phone, e-mail, AIM, MSN, Gchat, T-Mobile Faves, and then, and only then from your heart.
What is up with that? As if it’s easy to do that in the first place, the steps to doing so have piled up so high that it’s nearly a two-week process. You think you’ve got them all and then you realize, “Shit. They’re still in my Top Friends.”
And what if it all changes? What if, tomorrow, you and the other person decide ‘never mind. We’re still together now.’ Then what? The whole process of putting them back in and will your cell phone account allow you to change one Fave twice in the same month or do you have to pay for calls to this person all for the month?
Small worries, I know. There are much larger implications to the gentle extraction of someone from your heart, but I don’t know.
It makes it more irritating, depressing, upsetting and sad to do all this.
When Harold was younger, he used to dream about going to the moon. He dreamed that there were moon creature, little cute ones.
When he was older, he saw pictures of the moon and read lots of books. No creatures. He grew disillusioned with the moon, he stopped believing.
When he fell in love with Genvieve, he later found out she believed in moon creatures. She wished he could go to the moon to see them. It would be wonderful and he and the moon creatures could have tea and discuss Poe.
Harold thought she was insane. He did not believe in moon creatures, he never would and the thought was ridiculous. Genevieve knew he had and wanted him to try. He refused. She loved him so much, she begged and pleaded for him to try to believe and be the wonderful person with the wonderful imagination and beliefs she knew he had. He refused. He said horrible things about moon creatures and told her she was insane. She cried and told him he didn’t even want to try to believe again. She left him.
I wish I could say that later in his life, Harold looked up at the moon and saw a cute face looking back and him. I would like to say he cried and searched the world for his lost love. I don’t know if that happened.
I just know that sometimes, people fail your expectations and hopes of them. You can love a person to the moon, but that doesn’t mean they’ll see what lives there.
I spend a lot of time blogging. Honestly, I spend about 20 or so hour a week blogging and blogging-related things, like responding to e-mails on networks, brainstorming etc. I need to write down what I do every week, so I can keep track of it.
This post is more for me to organize my thoughts than anything else, but I welcome other bloggers to add their thoughts on their schedules.
Mon: site I like + something else
Tues: two random things
Wed: two random things (maybe I can do a link roundup?)
Thurs: what’s up at Decorazzi +something else
Fri: etsy+ what I’m up to (maybe I should move what I’m up to to Tuesday so each day has a set post?)
everything is random except Tues, which is Etsy day. I need to add inpiration, store, quick tip, maybe?
This is still to new for me to have a sched….this could go like this
Mon: store spotlight + something else
Tues: green + something else
Wed: Etsy + something else
I need to spend a day not writing posts and just working on networking, like e-mailing sites I’ve mentioned of will mention soon.
On a happy note: I found this post with firefox add-ons which is great, through Darren’s problogging site.