February 2nd, 2006

getting by

I have a problem.

I want people to talk to me, but I don't want to talk to people. Not even on e-mail. This lj entry is pushing it. I didn't write a novel_gazing yesterday. I owe long e-mails to several of you and to at least one person who is not on lj. I have not made plans in at least two cases where plans would be apt. I have not even sent nice notes about how I'm not making plans and when I might be. I have just let the plannish e-mails sit there.

I don't think it's a very reasonable thing to expect people to talk to me without me talking back. It happens sometimes, but expecting it seems silly. But here's the thing: I'm the social interface for this house. Mostly if people talk to someone here, they talk to me. And I went into the doctor for myself on Tuesday and will be going in for timprov today, and I have to call to cancel two things for myself today, and all that involves talking to people, and some of it involves finding out more people to talk to. And I am trying to get some fiction writing done, and I feel like there is only so much mrissa here to issue forth, and today I'm not running a surplus.

So. If you feel like talking to me without knowing for sure when I will be talking back, please do write (mris at-sign marissalingen dot com, or the gmail address on my user info) to tell me about your shoes, ships, sealing wax, or kings. Please not cabbages. I am not in a cabbage mood. And if you don't, I understand, because I'm like that right now.