Am going through a bit of a hermit phase. Turned off comments, mainly because I tend to hole up at times. I do love responses to what I write, but often depend too much on the verbal pat-on-the-back, and want to get away from that. And often, I feel more freedom writing when I'm not expecting much in return, if that even makes sense.
I was going over my Facebook account earlier tonight, scratching my head over their new privacy rules, and reading old stuff, because you can go into the archives and see old comments. Saw quite a few from me to Patricia (who died last year) and that made me feel all sepia-toned. And noticed I used to talk much more online than I do now. I was real chatty. I seem so sober now. What's up with that?
I must need a kick in my happy pants. Maybe being a hermit isn't what I really need. But perhaps realization is half the battle.
