It seems whenever I examine facebook I'm alarmed at how little social interaction and events happen in my life and I begin to think it may be a very very empty looking type space for me if I were to ever indulge. Plus, I'm not THAT open about what's on my mind that I want everyone that ever knew my name or anyone associated with me can find me and dissect me on a whim. Like I do to them. That's an outsy not an innsy.
For a long time I was dwelling on things I should have and shouldn't done and racking my brain on how to fix or reclaim them, and finally I came to the stark realization that I couldn't fix everything that I wanted to, spiraled headlong into depression like a puppet who had found the scissors and decided that in the end the one problem I had was having way too much time on my hands to mope around and feel utterly sorry for myself/others. So I've been trying to fill in the empty space with whatever and whoever I can find that fits into it and I feel a little less mopey for it. Long story short-ish. I work at an early-start center. I do wonderful at my work, I've grown a rather handsome beard, I recently cut my hair into a mohawk (Biker style, not punk style) and every chance I get I hang out with my little sister or write to my little brother, who is (believe it or not) stationed in Afghanistan at this moment. That, in short, Eatlemon, is how I am.
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I hardly use LJ anymore... the facebook devil got me.
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How have you been?
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