My day is filled with UN-realities. I don't have a paying job. I employ myself. I am very busy doing my work. I don't earn money from it.
Generally, people work to earn money.
What am I getting? Fame? No. Busyness is what I am getting. A reason for getting up in the morning.
I write a blog. I am, after three years of "blogging," hooked on blogging. Actually, I don't even like the word, but I push that out of my mind.
I write a reaction, my reaction to various subjects. It's sort of a log of what's been happening in my personal world -- the world of my home -- and the things that are happening in the real world -- events that seem important, NOT politics or wars, but sociological stuff -- the relation of the event to older things that have been a part of my real life that affect my husband and family.
So my "blog" is a blabbing log, What I write is sort of like a conversation with imaginary readers, not real people.
The people who read my blog come and go. They discover me, "wow," like me, read my blog for a week, or two, even a couple of months. They are "onliners." Onliners are not real people. They're mostly folks like me who don't have a paying job, who keep busy, and feel they are accomplishing something when they're on line.
Actually, what does "online" mean?
You're sort of holding a tube, an imaginary skinny tube -- you can't really picture yourself wriggling through it, or being blown through it to another location. Despite the fact that you can't see yourself traveling, you are -- thanks to the skinny tube. It's amazing. You are there in another person's mind, in another part of the world. It's a place and a person you don't know, but you are THERE with him/her/it.
So, that's what I do. I travel in the tube and connect with others who are unreal, like me. At times this is somewhat disturbing.
I have a real husband; a real son whom I don't see very often, but when he visits, he's tangible, touchable, embraceable. There are other real people with whom I interact -- two employees, and friends with whom we dine -- not very often -- they're busy like I'm busy, with UN-realities.
So, the purpose of this 'blow" of ideas through the unreal, wireless tube is networking with ... well, various intangible, untouchable, un-real things.
Beware -- a lot of what we get in tweets, in face book's news feed, in photos, in profile pictures, are places, and things, tons of photos of animals. I declare loudly my warning, none of this is real. Pets, people, places in pictures are not real.
What to do about this?
At least once a day, probably twice a day, maybe -- since eating is ingrained -- three times a day TOUCH, TAP, TICKLE, TACKLE, TEND TO, EMBRACE something really real.