Aaaah. How lovely. This day, one large year ago, I wrote my first post on Blogmark. Not long, compared to hoary veterans like Ramona and Dex and Mica and Gazza and Medusa, but long enough, in our churned up world.
Deep in the irony that is this unreal, murky place, the first person to comment was Jack.
How little I knew and how much I’ve learnt about what it means to represent oneself in a one dimensional space. Where touch and eye contact and body language are null and the only means of expression are your choice words and how you string them. And where merit is judged by your ability to spin.
It’s odd. A whole year spent in this virtual community. My friends are no longer surprised when I talk about what Dex said or what Flutter posted. They don’t give me that “ag, shame” look when I mutter about the blog interfering with my life again. They don’t pay any attention at all when I rail at the disappearance of AJ the existential blogmaster. They just nod sagely and change the subject.
Of course, being able to say I met my boy on a blog still gets some reaction. Especially in our fast dating, internet cruising, Dinner at Eight world. It was not intentional. It was not expected. And yet, here we are, talking about decisions like where we will live next year.
There are some nice little bits of synchronicity which have lurked into this year. My first blog was about J, whose space in my center was still raw and healing then. Just recently, Chelsea won the FA cup and I didn’t gag once. Progress, she thinks wryly.
June 06 was marked with change. And oddly, this June, I’m finding myself marked with that change. Moved to an unrecognizable place in which I’m now strangely stuck. Finding it hard to identify what next, where next, why?
All said, I’m pretty damn glad I followed Sugar’s thread into the worm hole. And I’m glad I know a part of you, nomads of the ‘mark and fresh amagama dissidents. I’m glad.