I’m a Mommy and Sort-of a Blogger, But I Don’t Want Any Free Cool Whip.
I tend to keep to myself. I don’t have a mommies group and I don’t do lunch. I have to make myself call people on the phone. It’s not that I don’t love them or that I don’t think of them multiple times a day. They should know that. They should feel me reaching out telepathically.
When someone calls with good news I share their tears of joy. If a friend needs a listening ear I give them 150%. But never have I reached out for advice from any person other than my husband. I tend to internalize everything, and by internalize I don’t mean ignore, I mean deal with it on the inside. Which mostly works but sometimes backfires because it comes out the cracks all ugly.
But despite being the second biggest introvert I know, I still understand the need to be heard. I didn’t really know I even had that need until a few years ago, around the time I started this blog. I wrote a little and got a little response. And then I wrote some more and got an even bigger response. And then it was like meeting people at summer camp except we were all Cyborgs and we had an instant connection the way it is when you meet your first new friend at a new school.
But there are all those other people in the way of my Cyborg camp connections. The people taking up all the space-space with coupon deals and Kraft singles giveaways and cliquish jokes that will never include me.
The other day a special person I met through blogging reached out to me and warmed my heart.
So if you’ve been wondering where I am I’m still here, but I ran out of things to say. Plus, I don’t want any free cool whip. If you come sit on my sofa and have a glass of wine we’ll solve the world’s problems together. Otherwise, until I have another spell of into-gone-extro-vertedness, it’s going to be fairly quiet over here.