The Social Equivalent of a Receding Gumline

Maybe the social interaction gap is trying to tell me something.

Maybe the message is:  start over.

Stop beating yourself up for absence, for withdrawal.

Didn't I have a shrink a couple of years back who said, "Cherish this time alone, because someday you will miss the solitude"?

Yep.

Give up absence for Lent.

Sola. 

Lightning strikes the heart, it goes off like a gun...hat tip...C. Caillat.

Who needs a bus to the Bridge when you don't exist?  Who misses the twitter of birds who fly away when I have a sailing of gulls?  Queen Anne's Lace, or wild carrots?  Should be the former.  Let the twitter dissipate.  Give me diamonds, in a girl's best friend on a bed of green.

Write on.  Anything you want, Jo.  The world has walked away, shaking its head and tsk, tsk-ing.