Tapped out
For the last week or so, I’ve been feeling like I’m out of things to say and don’t even know to whom I want to say them. When I think of reaching out, my mind goes completely blank as I try to figure out a reason to do so. Something about it feels contrived, like there’s no other reason I would do so besides getting validation, and I don’t even know what I want that to be, so I don’t put in the effort.
When I’m like this, I wish I could just put up a big “do not disturb” sign and use this state to rest, only to emerge when I actually have something new to share.
I’m not super big on instant messaging unless I know the person well enough, when we’re at the point where we can just send each other random shit. Otherwise, it feels like there are just too many things to consider and I don’t like the expectation that I have to be an active participant in the conversation.
I’ve always been more a fan of e-mails. I know not everyone is, but I like having a space to craft something that’s just between yourself and whoever you send it to, and not feel as much pressure to respond right away.
I would appreciate if whoever’s reading this sent me an e-mail. I have a contact form on my webpage, but you can also reach me at bjdwsm@gmail.com.
And now, here’s this week’s song. Sorry I don’t have more to write about it.