Today I’m disheartened by what’s going on at Seesmic. For any long-time reader of my blog(s) you’ll know just how important Seesmic has been in my life. In fact, Seesmic has been the very cornerstone of my online (and offline) social interaction in the past 6 years. I’ve met some of the most wonderful, genuine, and amazing people because of Seesmic and it kills me to stand by and continue watching its slow death.
I’m sulking at home because I’m not at South-by-Southwest for the first time in four years, so I thought I’d cheer myself up and share the LOLZ with another reblogged Flashback Friday. I had a lot of fun with last week’s #FF because it gave me the chance to make fun of myself (yes, I actually enjoy this!) and I also received some kick-ass feedback about my writing style (thanks, guys!) While I know there’s not much than can top a creepy guy at Wal-Mart trying to “pick me up” based on my scarred arm, I have to say this post might be able to do just that. For reference, my son, a.k.a. ‘The Kidlet’ will be turning TWELVE in July and I’m probably fairly lucky that while he’s learning the “just say no to drugs” mantra in middle school he has no memory of the first time he was accidentally introduced to an inhalant and how we both got pretty goofy. Enjoy today’s FF – “Christmas Crafts – How to Accidentally Introduce your 4-year-old to Inhalants.”
Read more on Flashback Friday: The time I got my 4-year-old High (Accidentally, of course)…
Never in my life has my online presence been so uncomfortable and painful that I needed to be change and be ‘someone else’ to escape (albeit temporarily) into an alternate unreality. But the cumulative events in my ‘real life’ as well as my ‘online life’ during 2011, in particular from March through December, brought me to my knees – figuratively, emotionally, and psychologically. I broke completely in half for the first time in my life and I felt like I couldn’t even reach out and grasp onto any level of sanity. Enter LullabyGrrl: the temporary stand-in to represent “me” while I was incapable of being… me.
Oh, hello. Have you seen me, lately? No? I haven’t seen much of myself much, either. I’ve been absent – and not just in mind – but from my life, my friends, my social medias, and… my blog. It seems that four years have slipped past without more than a handful of posts and a few dribbles of unexplored creativity. It’s been a rough four years – 2011 was by far the worst – and rougher still trying to “save face” and pretend that I’ve been ok. Well, I’m not ok, I’m on the flipside of what used to resemble “ok.”
Before any flipside there has to be a backstory – the story of what was, what happened, what the definition [of ourselves] used to be, and what can no longer be. A back-story eludes to the reason(s) why a flipside exists, but oftentimes poses more questions than answers and rarely reveals a direct cause of why one reveals their flipside. While the sum of all of what we’ve done defines who we are now, our flipsides define who we really are on the inside – the private things about ourselves rarely shared with others. My backstory is long – more than twelve years of blogging and writing recorded herein (and longer still, as I’ve been on this planet nearly 36 years) – but just yesterday I was still using these words to define (in summary) who I am… or was.
I'm a traveler of places & an adventurer of emotions. I converse with the world through social media & communicate with humankind through open-mindedness. I advocate for what I believe is right & embrace possibitarianism. I'm an optimistic realist & I learn more about myself the more I understand about others. I'm a giver of endless second chances & the wearer of a shirt-sleeve heart. I'm a reveler in chaos & I love my own idealistic, unwavering hopefulness that one day I'll figure myself out.
In my life I've been 180° and back again & I'm ever-aware of what I have yet to learn...
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