This is the time

I have been randomly bouncing around blogspot a lot these days.

I don't have TV anymore. I disconnected it, along with all the other electronics, the other day. The TV leaves Friday. The rest will be packed away in my slowly filling to overloaded bedroom.

So, rather than turn on the TV, I spend more time on the internet. All the news sites are the same, so once around and you are good. That leaves me wanting to read, and read something novel.

Blogs are it. Very fascinating, these things. Sometimes you get lucky, and the person can write, and they are being frank and searing. Those can make the hours just disappear.

Others are less so. Just meaningless thoughts, put down once every couple of days.

Then there are the Christians. There are plenty of them out there. I don't hate them like most liberals, but their blogs certainly don't interest me.

What I have noticed though is, many of these blogs have been started this summer. This has been an unusual summer for the status quo.

Two of my friends have moved out of town.
One of my friend's family has moved back to Europe.
Two friends are kicking out their roommates.
Divorce.
One friend is working a new job, one friend is interviewing for a new job.

Strange, huh?

Seems like the summer came and decided that life needed a shake up. Everyone got shook, and decided that it was scary. Feeling alone, they all then decided to reach out to anonymous people and search for commonality. Writing about how no one out there feels like them, they got comments from others around the world saying, I know how you feel. Looking around, they then realized that for all our differences, we are all the same humans struggling for someone to tell us that we are ok, and then to love us.

Nicolas, thank you. Your common stories and interest has enlivened me, and today as I hopped around on blogs, I wrote comments to people hoping I could make them feel a bit like you made me feel.

In acting class today, I got paired in a scene with a very beautiful, very arrogant girl. The scene called for a kiss, and when I brought up the subject, she said I couldn't kiss her. I told her that the scene really called for it, and needed it. She said she would let me kiss her on the forehead only. I said that was like kisses from grandparents. She said she had a boyfriend, and he wouldn't appreciate my kissing her, and that she would have to be paid $700 to be kissed. After kissing her on the forehead, I asked how much she got paid for that? $250? Later, our teacher made me kiss her. When she made a face, he told her to try and act like a professional.

The whole time I was hating her for her smugness, and her disdain, I really felt like deep down, she was scared. I wished I could unlock something in her, and make her know that, I didn't care to kiss her, and that it is ok to be kissed by people whom you don't feel anything for.

Somehow, I think that feeling is the same feeling that we feel when we read these anonymous blogs and want to say, yeah, me too.