Spent several hours yesterday deleting email, contact data and chat buddies, from business, personal and my little gay circle. Hundreds are now gone forever. I’m disgusted with human interaction for the moment.
I’m what Malcom Gladwell would deem a connector. I know a lot of people, all walks of life, all over the world, I stay in touch with them, keep up with their birthdays. They reach out to me when they need something or to find someone else. Otherwise, I don’t hear from them. It’s a bit unbalanced.
So after 1 1/2 years in the gay world, I’ve got nothing to show for my effort sans TV Guy. I was hoping it was a “them” problem, but as I thought about it, it’s likely a “me” issue. Course, if you don’t put yourself out there, well they’re not coming looking for you, are they?
The pain of human interaction. I’ll recover from this and press on. I always do. Despite my visual pessimism, I’m a closet optimist. Opportunity is just right around the corner.