I've been thinking a lot about my life lately. How things change and how things stay the same. I know that sounds trite, but it is a real truth.
I have been fortunate in my life for the most part. I've had my disappointments and my triumphs. I've cried with heartbreak that I didn't believe I'd ever get over and I've danced in the rain with inexpressible joy. Nothing boring about me, that's for sure. My life is an utter roller coaster ride.
Sometimes it gets to be too much and I just want to crawl into bed and hide. If my health isn't good or if Jonathon and I have had a fight. When I'm down, it doesn't take much to send me into despair. But on the other hand, it doesn't take much to make me happy. A single smile from a lover, a striking sunset or a even a taste of chocolate. What can I say? I'm easy...to please. :-)
I think that's why being an author is so much fun. I can take all those messy emotions and pour them into the written page...like a therapy I guess. I know when I'm mad I write AWESOME fight scenes and when my world is glowing with love, those sexy interludes just smolder with all the heat you can wish for.
But I save my emotions for the most part for my books or my family and close friends. I don't share all the ups and downs here on the blog (unless I think it will help others) and I surely don't vomit out my disappointments and fears on Facebook or some other social media. In fact, I despise those posts that whine or lament about how hard life is. It's one thing to talk to a friend, but to let everything out to hundreds of thousands of people you don't know...and who don't know you? My idea of stupid.
I read an article the other day when I was at the doctor's office. (Yes, I actually found one in English) It stated that more people these days were seeing psychiatrists than ever before. And those shrinks polled admitted that most of the "problems" discussed weren't ones that necessarily needed to be dealt with in a psychiatrists office. Made me remember that conversation from the movie, Crocodile Dundee...
Sue Charlton: People go to a psychiatrist to talk about their problems. She just needed to unload them. You know, bring them out in the open.
Michael J. "Crocodile" Dundee: Hasn't she got any mates?
Sue Charlton: You're right. I guess we could all use more mates. I suppose you don't have any shrinks at Walkabout Creek.
Michael J. "Crocodile" Dundee: No, back there if you got a problem you tell Wally. And he tells everyone in town, brings it out in the open, no more problem.
So maybe Facebook and such are some lonely people's idea of a cheap therapy. If you don't have a "mate" or a "Wally", maybe social media is the next best thing. Makes me realize just how lucky I am to have my sweet baboo to talk to whenever I need to.
In fact, I think that's a treasure worth more than all the gold in Fort Knox. To have someone to talk to and who cares enough to listen.
I'll take that type of "social media" any time!!!
Until next week...