Ghost writing

Our move out from the Center of the Universe at the critical juncture of Becoming in the Blog wasn't exactly lost on me. I'd started to make social connections with like-minded, comic-fueled, socially-awkward, INFP's and actually meet the people whose blogs I'd been reading and admiring and getting jealous over. Witter, funnier, more alive and interesting then I could ever be. It was, like everything else in my days, blissful torture; the good of who they were and how much I liked them running neck in neck with the seething jealously of how not them I was. But who can get too caught up in all that mess? So we moved and my Blog life went back to pure bits and bytes, which is the way, I suppose, it was suppose to be.

In the meantime, I was meeting more people online and developing some pretty significant friendships with a few never expecting to ever get to meet them because while they might get to NYC, they certainly weren't getting there via Barryville.

Then somehow I got lucky enough to meet up with Jeff last week for a quicker coffee-hour than we'd planned but it was like old times; instantly drawn into his world of MFA applications and writer's shop talk and realizing I was a still just a schmuck fumbling after class. Anyone having the chance should totally make time and effort to stand next to him and look for that wry, shit-eating grin.