September 5th, 2014

Went to a class on introverts this week. And I’m definitely feeling it. Draining day at work with yet another manager’s last day. This one made me actually cry. Never cried over a coworker leaving before. Don’t want to go out tonight. I don’t have to, but it would be useful if I did. I could run an errand for him, and pick up meds for myself. Frustrated over the meds, too. They still don’t have one of them.

I’ve been on my own more than usual lately, except for work. I should go say hi to people. Went out for gaming and class this week, but didn’t stay after class was over, except to buy a deck of Kink Starter cards. (Thanks, Mom and Dad, shhhhh, don’t tell them.)  Pondering going to a birthday bowling party tomorrow, too. So much socialness this week. On my own. Tomorrow’s more important to me. Maybe skip tonight.

And the TV just advertised pretzel-crust pizza. Okay, I think we’ve officially jumped the shark on preztel dough. Stop now.

COPE next weekend!!! Most people set up scenes. I’ve set up a couple conversations about future scenes. If time works out, as is usual with anything set up for COPE. 😉

Still haven’t decided on clothes, but I’ve got a few more ideas now. Looking forward to the crazy fun. 🙂



April 17th, 2014

Feeling like a raw exposed nerve too often these days. Where’s the protective sheath gone? Why can’t I deal with noisy people? Why do little things bring me to tears? I’m an emotional person, I get that(and as he mentioned, just because there are no physical signs, there’s still a cycle), but sensory overload, too? At normal places like practice and bars?

And reverting to old online habits to be social. I can deal with people without the noise. I’m in a chatroom with friends. Pondering going back to an MMO. Making plans for much smaller groups, or one-on-one. I want to be social, but I’m so tired, and large groups in person, or loud people just drain me so fast.

Need to recharge. Maybe I can spend some time on campus this weekend, or at the reserve. Nice and quiet, and maybe even sunny.

I’ve got big events coming up, gotta get back in gear. One is outdoors, though, can wander off to the woods if I need to.

And then there will be England. 🙂


Introverted Social Networking

October 7th, 2010

Blogging, writing, screaming to be noticed – silently. Watching the numbers on the stats graph rise and fall, seeing them fall more often than rise. What am I doing this for? Who and I doing this for? Why? Every Thursday I spend hours staring at the screen, wondering what to write about, wondering how it will be taken, if anyone will even read it, will even care. Last week someone asked to reblog a post I made and I was shocked, especially given the topic. Today I’m at a loss, after spending the afternoon rambling at him over a variety of topics, none of which is “fit to print,” as they say.

I wonder about this blog, this weekly posting on a random topic. A lot of the books I read on blogging suggested posting every day, at least a few times every day, if you really wanted to have a successful blog. I have a hard time getting one post written a week, I couldn’t imagine posting every few hours. Isn’t that what Twitter is for? Let’s not even go into how I don’t even begin to use Twitter correctly. I’m not a social person, an introvert trying to join the social network.

And I’ve got this blog in two different places, splitting my audience between a WordPress sponsored blog and my personal website. It isn’t much of a site really: the blog, a bio and a couple of pictures, but I like the theme better, and some day, maybe I’ll have a book to promote or I might review products in the sidebar. Technically, I’ll have a book to promote come November. The first of my flash fiction pieces is due out the first installment of a year long anthology on October 31st if all goes as planned. They’re looking at publishing three months worth at a time, instead of it all at once.

So what do those social people talk about, those ones who blog all the time, or use twitter correctly? Their lives, details and stories taken directly every day from what they are doing currently or did last night. Sharing far more in depth than a shy anonymous blogger like me would consider safe. Safe? I share a lot of details, and while I say this is anonymous, people who know me could probably figure it out, and I have shared it with people I trust. But to share more, would feel like an invasion of privacy, and not just theirs, but mine as well. I don’t have enough to say to the public at large to fill a blog every day. I hardly ever update my non-kinky Facebook status more than once a week.

I’m not sure why I’m sharing this strange and non-kink related ramble with you, my dear readers, other than to say it’s been a scrambled kind of day. I want to share with you more often, but I don’t know if that’s possible. Though I feel that after this post, I owe you at least one over the weekend, if not a handful of tweets as well.

Let me leave you with these thoughts. Winter is coming, I need stockings and a warm coat. It’s hard being sexy when your teeth are chattering. And no one in his right mind is going to offer his cock to distract and warm you if it looks like you’re going to bite it off involuntarily.