One step removed

I questioned the best way to kick-start this blog. I decided that rather then spanning vast paragraphs with my life story, I would instead pretend to be an enigma and let that information fall in to place over the coming posts, like a bad episode of Lost.

We as a generation have it easy when it comes to finding out information about those we fancy. By logging on to Facebook we can pillage every aspect of information like Jullian Assange, then run away with knowledge that would otherwise have taken months to discover. But of course not everyone has given in to the lures of the social network and in fact, when we happen upon someone like that we should praise them for their strong will. At least that’s the principle. In practice it’s infuriating.

I’m not good with any of the stuff that comes with feeling for another person. I’ve not felt that familiar twinge of dread and fear in around three years. And in that case the end results were worse then the Hindenburg. At least in my twisted head they were. In reality it was more like a tacky car-lot balloon deflating slowly. Who’s to say which is worse. So upon meeting this girl at a party and having the ‘feelings’ again I returned home with mixed emotion knowing she was off the grid.

Not all people would see this as a horrendous thing. Learning the stuff that lets you know if you’re meant to be with someone or not is part and package of being in a relationship. Cyber-stalking is a commodity we’ve all just become complacent with. Now I’ve systematically had the confidence beaten out of me over the last few years but when I build the courage to make that step, along with the feelings of dread and fear will also be excitement for the curious joy we are deprived of.