TwitterOct 08 2009
Two for one day . . .
Since I missed leaving a decent blog yesterday I’m doing a two for one today. This came to me after leaving a comment on a new site I have joined called Momdot.com. It’s for women with children that blog. Since I am a woman, I know because I ran and checked before joining, and I am a mom, I have just a few children, and I do blog, the proof is that I’m typing right now into this blog template, I fit the criteria and clicked join without a moments hesitation. Well, I was reading through posts and topics, blah, blah, blah, so I left a comment to one rather than simply nodding my head in agreeance. A strong reason I left a comment was because I am always hungry to come to my blog and discover comments from readers. So driven by my own need I implusively click comment and typed away. When I was done I really liked this comment, found it amusing and thought provoking, and thought I’d share it here for all of you. So here it is:
Starting a business myself I totally relate to socializing from home. My place is through Facebook wall posts (where there isn’t even back and forth conversation so really it’s an illusion that feels and appears to be socializing) and occasional Iming. I was just mulling the “socializing from home” thought around my head the other day after signing off from FB. . . I was feeling so happy that I had some time to stop (well mostly stop, I will admit I was doing some work on the side, just not with the same intensity) and visit with my girlfriend through Im’s. I thought about how convenient it was, we didn’t have to set up a time and go to one or the others home and how my chatting fit so nicely around and within my work so I could keep moving and not take time away from what needed to be done. I was thanking the gods of Facebook for the invention when I suddenly realized: oh my god I’m living an isolated life with me, my Mac, and words typed on a screen. What’s going to become of me? I’m slipping away to becoming someone that is known by picture and name, they’re going to find me here stiff and dead behind this screen and whose going to show up at my funeral . . . they’ll have to have my computer there during visiting hours…
Theresa Jane
