While most people might throw a party in celebration of their newfound virtual sobriety, I was dearly saddened by this. I like being a MySpace Whore. Commenting people is fun. Posting bulletins is fun. Getting comments is awesome. Especially when you don't ask for them. Sure, it's an odd hobby to enjoy so much, but I like it. It makes me happy. And it surely accounts for all this time I have nowadays.

When I started working I stopped doing all the things I used to do to stay busy and I really missed them. But now that I quit working (that may be news to a lot of you) I have all this time again and I forgot about all the things I used to enjoy doing. It's amazing how important things seem when you think you need them. I think that's the moral. Yeah... I like that.

So anyways, I stopped blogging. It actually feels awkward doing it again, but it's familiar and eerily comfortable. I need that now. I need things that remind me of who I am and why. It kind of makes me feel like I never really came home from Italy. I was nowhere near ready to, and it makes sense that I stayed. Everything that happened since my vacation was technically over never really happened. I mean, of course it did, but you know how things have that ability to not feel real? Like they don't really affect you? Well, that's what I've been feeling, I think. Like I've been on an extended vacation. I even forgot what work was. I was gone for three weeks and I completely forgot what work was. I knew how to do my job... but I think I did less than I was before. I couldn't get excited about it anymore. I wasn't really there.

I know now that even if I don't want to, it's time to come back to reality. And I do want to. I am ready. I've been feeling it the past few weeks and it's time.

I think the difficult thing about coming back to my reality is that I don't find it very palatable. So the challenge for me is to make my reality something I can like. It starts with cleaning my room. Then with getting out more. I need more trips to Barnes and Noble. And dude... I need a job. And school. I am starved for knowledge. I have to plug back into the system before I go insane.

These are the things I really need. The one's that are truly important. Not the ones that seem that way because I want them to. It's time for a change.

In the meantime... I'm going to pick up the lost art of MySpace Whoring. I really miss it. =)