I use the internet constantly, unashamably (if thats a word?) and being called an attention seeker with no life, bothers me not. Would have to hold my hands up and say guilty to both. I would hate to pop me clogs without having said something of note. I'm that sort of age now. I want to say or do something memorable, be it good or bad. At the moment I have only written down my funeral music, definitely Abba's 'I believe in angels' or something like that. I wanted to include an Evita 'You Must Love Me' sung by moi, but no matter how many ways we tried, I still sound like a cat being strangled, and I think my version of 'I believe that the heart must go on' might well bring the house down.
Its true also, I have no life. Not saying that for the sympathy vote, just being honest. Would truly love to be telling you about a moonlight supper with Brad, or a trip on the Orient Express, but most days the highlight might just be BOGOF offers on chocolate down the co-op. I look forward to the day when I get there in time for the croissants.... and will give a detailed account of the orgy of gluttony (I'm having 3, might not get there again for a long time) and Jeremy Kyle watching session that en sues. Watch this space.
But I digress. I felt really hurt on reading another blog today. Again, not for myself, when I wrote my book, I knew that I was laying bare my soul, I was Faustus! I was hurt on behalf of those who were brave enough to share their own experiences. There were shots too, at those who use the internet for an inordinate amount of time.
Lets me tear your argument down, one by one. I have no doubt whatsoever that there are knowledge seekers out there, just like me. I don't know about the rest of you, but with google, I feel as though I have been airlifted into an endless resourse library, where the answer to our every question is just a click away. It warms the cockles of my heart to see our very own Granny Cherub getting so much pleasure from the web and passing it on to others. Maybe there is something about the Scots, my own beloved Dad, would have been just the same.
I honestly do not see the shame in seeking company - wherever that might be! Admittedly, I was an oversubscriber to the Samaritans and Women's Aid, so I fully understand the need. Especially for we insomniacs! You Stepford people might have ideal friends and families, but I bet few of them want to discuss Erik Von Danegan, the 9/11 conspiracy or the meaning of life at 4.00a.m.
Happily we do have contributors who live normal lives, I think it helps to keep we nutters, sane(ish). Somehow they always managed to make us laugh at ourselves and carry on. I am not ashamed to say, that for many times it was a real life saver. In life, I have lost those I would have turned to for advice and consolation. Yeh, yeh, I know, its my own fault for being so antisocial, blah, di blah. Many times the board was only way in which I could communicate, yes, I am that sad. So what?
For me the YGL board was reminiscent of those wonderful girly nights when you all got dressed up like dogs dinners with your mates, and got sloshed before you hit the town! Everyone should have those memories! Some of us have faced all sorts of medical and old age stuff, that we haven't wanted to share with our friends or family, because we love them, and we don't want to worry them. An anonymous board, among our peers, should have been a place for shelter. What a shame that it was not.
But I digress, we have all lost those we loved, our soul mates, etc, and if could find a sympathetic ear, or just someone to sing Oh Danny Boy with in the wee small hours, what the hell, it was harming no-one.