My blogs sometimes depress me...maybe because the news of the day is so, well, awful. And yet if there was happy news, most people wouldn't care.
I rant a lot, maybe too much, about people not staying in touch- whats the point of friendship if you can't even drop a friggin line once and awhile??? Lately I have had my fan club of 2 commenting, or saying something or /and another. I invite others to join, and they just dont...because they think what exactly? I am too bitchy, too old, too fake, not fake enough, too serious, too flakey, too liberal or conservative???Who the hell knows, because on the other side of this screen is a isolated world. 
I know I have ranted about all sorts of things, and I think too much about what to write. Maybe its because i am a child of the generation that is having to come to grip with age, no longer some abstract concept. Maybe because of the distrust in government that our generation fostered, and now our children and grandchildren are living in a time when distrust in government and authority are considered normal. The excesses of our time have depleted the opportunities for them, literally.
I could go on, but why??? So no silly limericks, no poetry, no stories of the good old days, of drinking, drugs, rock and roll, chasing sheep down a cliffside trail and following them to a beach when you lost your vir...wait, I said no more.
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