I already spend an inordinate amount of time on the computer. I wistfully thought tonight that I could withdraw from the real world and take on a full time online persona much like The Homeless Guy has done with Second Life. Online life and relationships are so very easy to control. If I don't like what you have to say, I just don't read it. If I have a question, I can search via Google. I can live vicariously through the many hundreds of blogs I read daily, and I do to a certain extent. People lead such fascinating lives.
I wouldn't have anything to write, though. Much of my writing lately stems from my personal interactions with people. It was the same when I was writing about George and the gang. I made it my job to go down to the shopping center daily to garner up a post for the blog. I had grand dreams of being the next Waiter Rant.
I also crave human contact. I went and got Mom tonight and despite all her recent problems, I was overjoyed to have her here. I easily overlooked her suspicious behavior for my own selfish gain of company. Joyce being home has also brought me immeasurable joy despite tenuous and dire circumstances surrounding her living arrangements.
I guess what I am trying to say is I have a story to tell -- a story of the people in my life. I wouldn't do this if it was like a job or tedious. I love to open Windows Live! Writer and craft a post. The icing on the cake is when others enjoy it as well and share in on my tales. I have an impetus to continue doing something so scary to a person with social anxiety and mental illness, and that is to go out into the big wide world and intermingle. Scary, but so rewarding for me.