It's been a whirlwind five days, but Sara is on a plane home and here I am realizing how much I enjoyed her visit. It was so nice to be face-to-face after years of instant messaging. And we got to hang out with so many other writer friends! Online friendships becoming real is the coolest thing.
My head is spinning with stuff—the work I have waiting, the cleaning I don't want to do, how I'm going to get on without all my friends close by—so I'm afraid any recaps will have to wait. Maybe they won't come at all. Sometimes I wonder if talking so much about my "exciting" life makes others feel left out and sad. I'd hate to do that; I know what it's like to feel like you're on the outside.
In a similar thread, I totally quit Facebook last week! I gotta admit I'm loving it. I felt bad most of the time because I rarely got on, and when I did I just ended up feeling awful about myself because I didn't have any exciting news to share.
I'll be honest, sometimes social networking or whatever makes me feel so...lame. Sometimes it feels like a bigger version of "keeping up with the Joneses," as if my life is less because I don't have insert-whatever-thing-here.
I hate feeling like that. I hate that I fall for it when I know it's not true. So I got rid of Facebook, and I've been contemplating much on internet interaction in general.
Not to say I think social networking is bad (Hi, my dearest friends are a result of it!), I'm just saying there's a line. I'm saying I think I've been flirting with that line too much lately and need to rein myself in. I'm not ashamed to admit that—I think most of us go through it.
These last few days were a good reminder of just how important real life is, how much I actually like my real life.