Ada, through a friend, talked about googletrapping. It is such an awesome idea. I love the thought of finding old friends. Bringing them to you through writing.
I would love to do that, except i have no old friends. I've never really had friends. Just shane.
No matter how cliche it sounds, nobody has ever known me like he knows me. I've never been myself with anyone else. Not at anytime in my life. I have always felt like i was living my life around other people and their needs. What they needed me to be. I have always been that person.
The less pretty, but supportive one.
The less athletic one, who celebrated your gold medal while holding the silver.
I suppose what i would really like to googletrap is my family. I wish i could go back in time before i had a blog. I wish i could keep my secret vox blog and never have started this drowninginkids thing which i love so much, but has changed everything.
I wish i had friends.
I'm a terrible friend. I will always make excuses to excuse myself out of meetings and playdates. I can't talk on the phone or in person. My kids have lots of playdates, but i always anxiously watch the clock for pick-up time because i dread those few moments of adult interaction. Dread is really not a strong enough word. I love people, but i hate talking to them, but i want to love talking to them because i really love them.
My god, i'm a mess today.
I've been struck with parkers stomach flu at just the time that i need to be available to many people. I am already weak mentally, socially, and physically and now dealing with this absolute depletion of every reserve i have has sent me for... i don't know. A regression.
Today has been a step backwards.
Posted by Jess at 11:42 PM Permalink

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If it's any small comfort at all, I felt like I'd written the part of this post about being a terrible friend. I am too.
I'm not even a good casual acquaintance. And I understand loving people but being uncomfortable talking to them, too.
I'm not proud of that fact, but it just IS.
Tomorrow will be better. It's hard to be optimistic when your stomach is in rebellion and your heart is healing.
DnW
Posted by DrumsNWhistles | September 2, 2006 01:16 AM