Essay
Time: Until I was laid off in April of 2009, I barely noticed the Internet
except for a few news sites and the places United Media forced me to work. All
of my bills were paid by check and put into the US Post Office. I didn’t go
until Facebook until July of that year. I was on dial up and it took forever to
do anything and kept my phone busy. Now, I have a cable connection (OH WHO
KNOWS THE TECHNICAL TERM!) and the internet, though faster, is boring. Been
there, done that, shared the meme. Gradually,
I started paying all bills on line, driving my small nail into the USPS
coffin. There is little “excitement”
going to the mailbox unless I see the words “Great Lakes Office”, meaning my
Disability.
The
new fashion among my friends is abandoning Facebook, Twitter and the computer
in general: at least till you’re sure everyone has noticed. Are they out
suddenly having a full life in reality (in this economy). Artists and writers don’t want to exercise
their art simply for our amusement any more and if they can’t earn a living,
are no longer posting. In the case of writers, there are far too many three
page long monstrosities to deal with, and I’ll try to keep this brief. Worst of
all, you must never, EVER become overinvolved personally. My typing fingers are
still burning from that. When your explanations only make it worse, you just
have to keep it light and if you’re a 62-year-old woman with MS, you have to
give up love and romance forever, especially if you refuse to wear makeup or
tell a lie.
Even
the political types are churning the same waters. There is NO POINT in running
complicated lists of the truth. The right wing hates minorities and that’s all
they care about. They don’t care if Mitt Romney slit his mother’s throat and
drove around with her on top of the car…he’s white and that’s all that matters.
We have got to start writing about how to win this election and stop this left
wing choke hold of trying to lay out the facts and get every SINGLE person’s
opinion. It’s time to boil down what we want, present it and then go get it.
This time is life or death.
So,
somehow, despite this endless heat wave I can’t move around in, I have to
return to reality, no matter how dull and difficult. No more fantasizing or
daydreams. No more trying to control. I'm getting Zen even if it kills me.
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