Since the changeover from the old Journal system, I'm not really sure who is reading this or where (or if) it shows up on the news feed.
I don't know what to say about my life. I used to know what to say. I remember a decade ago when I used to report every little thought, every little stomach bug, everything little thing said to me.
Now, it's this amorphous mass of where I go to work, do my job, stay fairly insulated in my little office all day, and then go home to TV.
I actually started listening to some top 40 radio. Oh yes. When you have a brief friendship with a person about a decade younger, you actually get to hear Lady Gaga and find that it's not too bad.
And no, I don't mean a "friendship."
I guess I need to arrive to the point where I accept where I am.
I'm doing well at work....thus far. Between that, the economy, the fact that the work suits me immensely, and my now phobia of working for anyone else, I don't ever feel like I will ever look for another job.
I think this is the sort of thing that I envisioned when I went to law school.
Beyond that....I feel pretty friendless.
Which is not new. I haven't even really tried dating yet, even though I had long made the excuse that I wouldn't start until I got settled somewhere.
It's hard to shift out of that mode.
It also doesn't help when I'm of such distance to create an idealized version of Robo and just hold onto that.
Yes, a person who never really existed, but several hundred miles away, I could just string together the highlights and play them over and over again as a reel in my head. One day, I could be reunited with Ideal Robo, and we'd run along the beaches. It was going to be like one of those epic stories like Cold Mountain.
Instead, I am reminded of the story of my great-grandpa. When he came over from the Czech republic, he could not get enough money to send for his wife, so he married someone else.
Yes, that's bigamy, but what is 1870's America going to say about it?
It's not like today where every part of your life is documented and put under a microscope. You just showed up and suddenly you were someone else.
Who knows if he had children over there?