Ok, just so we’re clear, the last post posted by this postulating prolocuter (cuter than what?) was written well over a couple of years ago, during the somewhat convalescent period of near thumb sundering recovery. There was a certain tone of derision with my seeming lack of happiness proactivity contained within the piece, to be fair. Know that this is not the case with where I am at, here, in this moment. The only reason why I posted it was because I had been thinking of it, wondering if it could still have aspects that might resonate with me on an every day level enough to justify sharing it. Obviously I felt so, hence the copy-paste-publish activity.
It references, very directly, my overuse and ability to be distracted by the internet. Perhaps now that I live somewhere cell phones are not a viable communication option and wireless internet is sparse in town, nonexistent up the wild horse (where the house is that I will one day soon live in as the owner because it is my house and always will be and I expect that you will all visit me there and play in my garden and fly kites in the field across the street and have dress up in tutus and wigs dangerous tea parties and we will play music and sing and find joy in the everyday) I will find myself less drawn to the constant surfing and perusing of information I don’t need. The internet won’t chop and stack my wood, it won’t weed my garden, it won’t go snowboarding with me. But I accept that it can give me information on all those things, so perhaps we’ll find a balance after all.
Having my cake and eating it too darlings. Is there anything more satisfyingly decadent than that? I’ll save my response until I see pictures of me chopping wood in a tutu…
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