I have gone mad. Lost the plot. And not just because the boss spiked yesterday’s coffee pot (and wow, did I have one great hour long rush).
I find myself wanting to contact a few of the guys I have gotten to know via this blog’s existence. Out of the blue. Within the past week. I have been experiencing impulsive remembrances & wants – of the flirting, chuckles, mails, recommendations, ideas, banter.
Some guy & I learning about one another via this novel bizarre medium. The few men who just thought they’d take a chance of mailing me. For reasons I don’t think they will ever explain. It went from basic mailing to more… although “more” cannot really be clarified, because we don’t get it either.
Some got my work email address. Fewer were given my phone number. One or two have met me in person. No. None of them got or took that much more from me.
And it is those one or two who I suddenly have a desire to speak to again. Maddening. Considering. I am now asking myself… Am I just a sucker for punishment.
Most of them are complete and utter fools. But lovely and gorgeous to know in their own ways. Well, in some of their ways. One or two have been witness to my wrath. A couple have been victim to my wrath. Hmmm. Hardly victims, I’d say.
I wonder if they still read this space of mine?
One barely seems to have the time these days to know which continent he is on. (Hey you. Every once in awhile I realise I miss our pages of daily conversations.)
One might be more seriously into his relationship by now. But he did make for wonderful intellectual banter. It was just that I often wanted to throw my shoe at his emotional side. (Hey. I nearly mailed you yesterday. Just cause. Why on earth – last convo bared [sic] in mind.)
One unmet darling just don’t mail no more. Where’ve you gone dear man??!!
In this blog world, we used to witness people attract one another through the strangest of ways. Simply by use of words and topics chosen. You might have picked up things in two bloggers’ comments. And all of a sudden you were being told of two people finally having met in person. How on earth did these two people just know through reading each other’s posts, and occasionally commenting, that they sparked?
So much for the foolish assumption that blogs make people more distant, physically.
One man phoned me within hours of him arriving in SA for the first time in months (years?). His poor best friend was forced to go and meet some chick neither had ever laid eyes on during their first night drinking together again. He did not end up kissing me. And do not think that did not get me infuriated. But the lovely boy is still…well, lovely.
We had started on the “more” when I was taking my first steps into my abyss, and I will forever be grateful for that. How he supported this crazy stranger. And those several odd fun months of communication will always give me a grin. xxxxx
I keep wanting to tell him… Hey look… I am finally getting healthy! Look now. Are you reading this at all anymore!? … I guess this is me telling him. Hey look babe! I’m getting healthy! Finally. A year later. You promised I would. You just banked on it being faster than it has been. And I guess it is just that you read all about it at the beginning that I still feel I want you to know, even though we have lost reliable contact.
This mode of communication has caused me to interact with the most peculiar of new worlds. It has built up support systems across a globe. While I no longer feel comfortable expressing the more intense of my life’s actions or heart’s sobbings in this very public realm, there are people who I have never met who allow me to email them and let know. Advice continues to flow. Love and concern continue to be felt. And of course, our best element of blogging – flirting is still very possible.
Maybe that’s all it is. Maybe I just miss the flirt. In reality and in virtuality.
(Oooo, I am going to get grief for that last line from one guy just now … but it rounded the babble up well.)
… Or maybe I am just that sucker for punishment.
[Update: I was just told that this post made me sound a bit desperate.... which has caused me to ask... desperate for what though???]
13 comments:
Pick me, pick me... I'm easy.
Online solutions to online problems.
I propose that we auction you off on Ebay!
PS: How does this post relate to the pseudo-stalking thing?
Is on-line stalking good or bad??
Is physical stalking better or worse?
Need to make these notes for the book.
A good point indeed Rev. Physical stalking is more scary. But online stalking allows the person into so many aspects of your life you do not realise are there.
Not that I think I have many real stalkers... so best you up your stalking game if we are to research this...
So how stalky do you want me to be?
Sorry to be naïve, as I am new to the blogging world, but so is it quite common for bloggers to meet each other? Do you not find that there is a complete disparity between what you have pictured in your mind and the actual physical person you meet?
Rev - Um. I'm not quite sure. I'd prefer if you didn't boil any small animals during the stalk. Also don't freak me out too much to the point of making me paranoidly sob in a corner. Otherwise, stalk away me lad...
La Sapphire... I worked out that Peas was in same circles as me. She intro'd me to a few bloggers. And I have just kept meeting them. Some people do blog to meet others. Occasionally people have held Blogger Meets. But as for the guys I've met... It has been bizarre in the way I got to know them slowly over time, and things progressed to the point of meeting up with one or two. It's been fun and completely unexpected, as I never suspected I'd blog to meet people.
I am so glad someone other than me, has written about this.
I thought I was loony in thinking that the relationships I've made online mean more to me than others think they should.
I don't think you sound desperate in the least.
Wow, you're cooler than I initially thought.
(Long-time reader, btw)
I've had the longing thing too, but think about what I have to consider when posting, seeing as the entire world (including my gran, who I found out actually reads what I have to say) knows exactly who I am!
shebee - Thanks! I think this is all a very strange new medium we are trying to figure out, how seriously to take things, when to, and very often just WTF was that/ is this happening between me and some person via this odd medium. Too early in the week to take these thoughts anywhere further though...
Hi Martin. Thanks! Uh. I think. How cool did you used to think I was? And what suddenly changed your mind? Some days I care what those in my real life choose to read in this space, other days I just reclaim this space for my own and let rant. But it keeps me writing, so I keep it up, that's the main part I love about it.
How cool did I used to think you were? Hmmm, like a popsicle, maybe?
Now though, I think you're like Vanilla Ice. Or vanilla ice cream, not sure...
I agree with you on fluctuations between what you care about what people think, sometimes I just don't give a damn either!
Martin, I think I'd prefer the ice cream option over the random '90s white rapper, but VANILLA ice cream?!?! Man, I obviously have some work and charming to do on your impressions!
Oh, but you're assuming that vanilla means plain.
Personally, I think it's highly underrated.
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