Leaning In - Blog Posts
Looking forward to getting back in the gym again!
I'm thinking about how I use tumblr. I look at weird or wonderful words and art, on the occasions that I take a break from my more regular habit of looking at sexy pics of women.
I'd like to start blending or mashing up the artsy or wordy elements with incongruent unrelated libidinous photos of women being sexy.
It would be something to do. Anything, as long as I start to occupy and ground myself, because I'll finish withering and die otherwise.
The bleak obscenity of how isolated and horrible my life was, bore down relentlessly on me me even before the pandemic rose up to join with other forces of chaos and shut our angry polarized culture down when we all sorely needed to relearn to connect.
The pandemic whooshed in like a cyclone, and the last shreds of my life were torn away in an instant, with me practically sucking for air in the void. Now, isolation and idleness is an absolute state. Virtually all my interactions in recent years were with community resources, social type services, hospitals, and shelter workers.
They've all stayed closed or been modified and telewhatevered. So, my health is eroded by physical atrophy and my mind is not grounded at all because I so seldom speak to anyone. I've started to behave erratically on the internet, leaving ten page comments in reply to strangers, adopting this tumblr page of mine, or spewing vitriolic invective at people online, like a crazy man.
So there you have it, if anyone ends up on this page.
Ironically, social media is showing me that there are millions of lonely folk needing validation, who curate their digital lives with passion. So much yearning to be seen and heard.
Unfortunately, it seems everyone is selling, no one buying: a global chorus of need howls noon and night, wanting any attention at all.
We need a Namaste Army to comb this world for the humans behind the screens.
Bodach out.