ironbhr

i should probably update...

i always feel like i should have some reason to though... some wacky story or update on how life is...but life is life.
so what the fuck. i understand it is cathartic to write out your troubles and feelings by why? and to you people of all people. hell, half of the people on my friends list haven't responsed to any of my jhournal entries in a bitch ass long time. why do i care what you think about anything i have to say anyway? sure there are people here that i'm not likely to pick up a phone and call. it's not like there are people a distance aways that i talk to at a regular intervals. i don't know anyone and could really give a shit about getting to know people. i'm happy in my little caccoon right now.
maybe it's because i hate the winter maybe it's because i've never gone out of my way to be one of those go out of the way to meet new people people. i'm one of those sit alone and read a book, doesn't even have to be a good book, and drink lots of coffee. maybe that's it. here at altitude i can't pack it in like i used to in the "low lands" of the east coast. pots and pots and pots of coffee. ah the conversation and coffee and good friends and coffee. don't get me wrong i like you people but you are not those i have come to love. sure we can hang out and have a good time. but what the hell happens when you get a bunch of computer nerds in the same room? computer things. maybe we as a society have lost something in our ability to interact. we need reasons. no longer is it just hey i was in the neighborhood or i hadn't seen you in a while. it's oh when can we pencil in a get together at some bar somewhere? maybe i'm bitter because i feel so old fasion or i wasn't cool enough as a teen. never found the fun i ndrinking and could care less about those around me who aren't me. i'd like to chaulk it up to moodiness. or lonlyness. who can say. i'll be over it before to much long and no body cares anyway. not even me.