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Does the fact that I don't like Twitter or Facebook (or, to al large extent, any kind of texting or even chat) make me an old fuddy-duddy? I am a person who loves technology and gets into all of the new stuff, grabbing, buying, and using all I can afford to have, but certain things just don't exciteme and sometimes outright bore or annoy me. Twitter and Facebook annoy me, each for different reasons, but basically becauee - to me - they trivialize human interaction and communication to the point of making it ridiculous. Why do you Twitter about being in the bathroom or waiting for the bus (unless there's some amusing anecdote about such things)? Why do you add someone as a 'Friend' in Facebook that not only was at best ever an acquaintance but often is someone you really never liked in the first place? It's really, to me, just a bunch of bullshit, and I'd rather chat, or even better, e.mail someone, and I'd prefer talking on the phone or better yet face to face. I appreciate that new tech makes it easier to talk to friends who are far away or busy - but using a cell phone (where long distnace fees no longer really apply) resolves a lot of that, and e.mial and video chat are great, too, if used as a very real substitute for meeting someone face to face. But Twitter and Facebook? They're horrible. Yes, I have accounts on both. No - I don't like them. And why would I? Posted at 10:35 PM
There aren't enough things to do to keep my attention occupied. This time of year, particularly the week surrounding this time, the anniversary of Ken's death, it doesn't matter how much I have to do - or how much I apply myself to things to do ... I still feel Ken's absence. I'm tired, lethargic, morose, and easily brought to tears. You'd think after this many years I might have come to deal with things better, but I haven't. And as roughas this time of year can be for me, it's one wave of depression I can accept.Nothing has hit me harder than Ken's death and nothing likely will ... and nothing can ever diminish any of that. I wish I could stay in bed for a week, and I wish I could have stayed in bed all last week. I can't, of course, because of my need to care for my grandma ... but I still wish I could bury myself under the covers for the two weeks surrounding that horrible day. It would be minimal comfort ... but it would be more than I've gotten otherwise. Posted at 9:10 PM
Sixteen years gone, my love, and you still have my heart. I can't imagine how I've survived without you all these years. The pain has often been unbearable, and the emptiness from your loss has never diminished. I don't know how I make it through any given day, and I don't know why I try. I only know I miss you and I hope that we will someday soon, by some miracle, be together again. Is there an afterlife, a Heaven? I don't know ... but I can only hope that all of these years of suffering might be made up for with a chance for more time with you. I love you more than ever, Ken, and I miss you more than ever. I have lived too long without you, and all for nothing. I can only hope that you have found peace and happiness. You deserve no less and far better, and I will honor and cherish your memory forever still. I don't want you to be gone ... Posted at 11:58 PM
Posted at 6:58 PM
Missing you still ... every day. Posted at 7:36 PM
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Kill me. Posted at 11:47 PM
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March 9, 2010
theDREAMER
name: paul cales
since
october 1, 2001