Thursday, December 9, 2021

Learning to Flourish Instead of Just Surviving

There's a lot more thought and deliberation in writing a blog over just posting crap on “FaceBorg”. And it's not easy for people to pull away from such a simple system that keeps them shackled to see what their friends and family are up to. I saw a meme recently that talked about knowing phone numbers, going to visit people and knocking on a door to see if they were home, and actually holding a conversation on telephones without seeing someone’s face. No, I'm not being that old guy... OK, maybe a little but hear me out. I mean, I live 1800 miles from family and friends now so knocking on doors is right out. I could call more but no one answers their phones or just think it's creepy.

 

So, what do we do to feel less isolated and needing less online dopamine junkie moments when someone likes or comments on a post? As I sit here and write in my blog, hoping for some interaction over here. I tried to be away from FB. But, that 1800 miles man. I can't just go to a coffee shop I know. Hell, the coffee shops around here close early because they don't get night business. I thought about opening my own and having it stay open later and try to pull in the artists and poets. Not really an option right now.

 

Yeah, I miss everyone. I want this job I have. I want clean air. I want less traumatic temperature extremes. But I want my family and friends. I left Utah so very sad and disillusioned. All my memories of death there. All the heart broken memories. Yes, there were good ones and you people back there really are spectacular. But I was so sad. I still am though. I just want to have my damn cake and eat it too. But we paid into this here so we're going to stick it out and try our best to flourish more than just survive. I trapped myself into a survival mode and I must break out of it.



2 comments:

  1. You can call me. I don't mind. As long as its before 10pm my time which is like midnight to you so... And funnily enough I was just noticing 2 days ago that all the coffee shops now close at 6. Likely because they cant find help to stay open. Or they just don't care to stay open. NO slam poets or late night freak shows going on in coffee shops anymore. Maybe that one on 4th south but I don't know because I never go downtown anymore. Sugarhouse has everything and downtown is not the place we all loved and knew. It's pretty horrid. The air sucks, the traffic sucks, many of the people suck except our crew and a smattering of young'uns here and there. Many of those leave though because that magic that drew us all to downtown SLC, the weird vibe that made me settle for buying this tiny house instead of a larger one away from downtown, is all gone. Many of our people are gone. PNW, or SoCal and you back east. IM looking at Mexico personally. But I'll build a better website for us to hang out on together. Something with more than politics and memes.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I should call. I'm shit for that one. But I'll try to soon. Which number? the one that ends in 90 or the one that ends with 52. Thanks for answering this. It actually helps me feel a little validated that I'm not just talking into the black ether. Heh. Audrey and I were talking last night and I'd have a hard time moving back to SLC. But you and other family and friends pull at my soul to go back. But the thought of the city, it's just a bitter taste in my mouth. Man, if the Mexico thing works out, I'd be tempted to retire there too.

      Delete

Wood Blocks

Hoping to share some spoken word