just the way it is

i can amuse myself with meaningsless complaints (and let most people read me in reverse) in this blogging life and just as easily in life out there (so easy to be misunderstood) for no apparent reason (and so many comments left floating where we may never find them again), or i could trust people i know to be there when the ache to share cries out (even though nobody is there or here most of the time), or i could go private and write only to myself and give up on humanity (how dark and dreary, i mean, even stephen king has love in his life partner, right?... but then, he publishes... imagine if he wrote what he writes and shared it with no one, now that may be the scariest story of all), or i could lose myself in the facebook life (like the girl in the commercial, you know?), or i could zone into youtube (the true reality tv, almost), or i could dive into the internet and read until the end of time (whatever happened to libraries?), or i could leave it all behind and start elsewhere and stop reaching out and only respond to those who choose to reach out to me...

squirrel...