On the verge...

Have you ever wondered why contact with anyone would be from afar? By notes or emails, snail mail or phone calls, but never in person.
Mysterious and intriguing are thoughts that do come to mind.

I, a person with a love for novels of those genres question why someone living in the real world would be able to captivate an almost impossibility of retrieval of those images of the desire to parallel a character in such a possible story line, do you get what I am trying to say?
Theories of why this might occur are due to many potential anomalies in the way the earth may justify us to begin with on its own terms, what did I say? LOL

We are human beings with flaws, plain and simple.
And why we do what we do is still as baffling to some of us as if we were from another planet, not just men understanding women, but same sexes understanding one another too.
Sometimes people feel the need to tread carefully while communicating with others realizing the sensitivity of that person’s shell, which may not be that hardened. In other words, in English speaking… too sensitive and unable to handle blunt truths!

Go with me here…a dear old friend contacted me by email weeks ago but since has stepped back, has she taken a turn for the worse health wise, and doesn’t want to discuss it? I hope not. But I already know about her laundry list of ills is as equal to mine if not longer, and we used to be there for each other to talk. Well, time passes and things change.
I suppose I have been also walking on eggshells with not asking her specifics while I in my true to my usual form and ability blurted out all of my problems to her within one short email back to her. I think I have my answer and it’s the same as always… that’s why, what I just wrote, I scared her off!

This is a very good hearted person that hasn’t the heart to be impolite and tell me her problems but is careful not to say anything that is going to set me off on a writing tangent of complaining, which is what I do almost nightly here.
But that’s what this is for, not in my real world!
I must separate the two!
A Blog is vent therapy.
I will muddle over what I just attuned to my brain, and perhaps my lessons of my own flaws will start to register.

On that realization I will bid you all a good night and suggest that you count your blessings while we count ours!