Why Blogging Makes Me Sad (at times)

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There you are, my blog reader.  You’re out there somewhere in America, and I’m here in my little den in NYC. I have only spoken about 10 minutes in the last 2 days — when you live alone, that can happen.

The phone rings throughout the day. It’s almost never a real call from a real person  I actually know.  I miss that.  I miss someone wanting to reach out to me, just as I want to reach out to them.  And I do … I call people.  They just don’t call me.

I don’t take it personally … but the one thing it’s hard to do is make new friends at this stage of life (see my blog statement).  Can I insist on people calling me instead of emailing?  Not that hundreds email me.

I’m whining.  I know it. But you out there who live with someone you like and have come to take it for granted that at the breakfast table, someone will say: Pass the milk, don’t.

I’ve had cats – that’s been wonderful in its way but becoming deeply attached to an animal that dies too quickly is so painful I can no longer bear it.  Besides, I can’t bend down to empty litter boxes, can’t take a dog for the long walk it deserves, and frankly don’t want to fill my small kitchen counter with cans of pet food.

I think I’ll play piano. When I do, I’m usually in  deep communion with the composer… “What do you want me to say here?”  “Oh, just something about laughter … pretend I’m tickling you.”  “OK, how does this sound?”  “Don’t depend on me to tell you — I’m dead! You’ll know it when you get it.  I’ll stop by for a second or two.

“Or I’ll send down (or up) a smile for your face.”

Forgive me, gentle reader.  It’s so grey outside.  I haven’t sent anymore poems out, I didn’t do the laundry. Call me, someone – there’s a great new coffee place nearby with buttery croissants which you can eat while I much on my diet snack bar.  No, go ahead, it won’t bother me.  I insist!

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A retired peer counselor who is now happily engaged in playing classical piano, writing poems and songs, and enjoying the city as a "free agent." As I head dangerously close to age 80, I find myself fascinated by what I've learned about aspects of growing older -- most of which I could never have guessed, and many, if not most, are good. It's this fact I hope to share with younger bloggers ... that growing old only looks "bad" from the point of view of youth, but that when you're actually there, it's quite manageable and has its very palpable rewards.

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6 thoughts on “Why Blogging Makes Me Sad (at times)”

  4. That did make me sad indeed. I stay in India otherwise I would have jumped on that offer of butter croissant and talks about life with you! WP is indeed a great community my friend. I have many friends here from across the globe, I only hope you find people worth your time here and then share your upbeat stories about meeting them☺️
    Take care.

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  5. I find that I don’t like to spend time with people too much but then work fills my day and I’m more of an introvert. However, I’ve always found I’ve connected to people abstractly, knowing I have friends I’m emotionally connected to feeds me a lot…even when I don’t see them so much but we do all need a certain amount of human contact, we all need affection and shared moments of laughter and camaraderie so I hope it helps to know that your writing is a bright light. Keep sharing them and in turn, stay connected. I’m sorry that it’s harder to make friends there though but I hope the messages on this thread give you comfort 🙂

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