Checking in

Twice in the past week or so I've discovered that two people I've known for years (mostly online, not so much in person) were at the center of some major, even legendary events.  It's a little mind-blowing.

That's the first thing I came to write about.  The second is something that someone I play Scrabble with online pointed me in the direction of a Humans of New York episode.  I watched it this morning and found myself completely identifying with a man sitting and writing in a park about how lonely he is and how he just wants to make some friends.  Or at least a friend.  And that he doesn't know how.

That's me.  I'm having trouble keeping the old ones, in some ways, let alone making new ones.  I fear that I lean too heavily on some friends because there's so few others who take up the slack, if you will, of my loneliness.

Oddly, other than recognizing myself in this man, which I suspect a great many people do, I didn't start to feel sorry for myself and get depressed.  This is just the way my life is.  If I knew how to change it, I would.  But it seems to require a whole personality transplant and I don't think those are available.  Certainly not in my price range.  : )

I also feel myself moving towards another change in my life.  I thought it would be getting back to exercise, but now I'm coming down with a cold, so that may have to wait another week or so.  But I'm doing more tai chi again, whew.  I haven't lost that, that makes me feel good.

Anyway, getting to write something here is also something to feel good about.

Ciao for now.

Once again, I'm checking back in to this blog that no one reads.  Except, of course, some Russians.

Hmmm.

Anyway, tomorrow I go to the Brooklyn College commencement to hear, among others, but most especially:  Bernie Sanders.

I am incredibly excited.  Can't decide what to wear.  Should I wear makeup?  I do know someone graduating tomorrow and then there's the kid whose ticket has been gifted to me.  Have to figure out what time I need to leave.  There's so much else I should be doing tomorrow, and stuff I will need to do once I get back home.  But I don't care.  I need this balm for my political soul.