Impasse

The immunological challenges resolved, the initial enthusiasm exhibited "blogging" has much dissipated. I sure was feeling low and I've put on ten pounds. I certainly do prefer reading to writing.

One of the aspects, I surmise, of doing something like this, when you live alone and have no involvements of any significance, is a sort of self-validation in the optimism that, even though no one cares about you or is the least bit interested in you, you still need to come up with reasons for living. When again, as experienced here where there is no interaction (How ever much the Internet is touted as a means of thriving socially, I've not experienced it.) whatsoever with others, you could feel despondent. I'm quite adapted to this on account of a family that never had any interest in me. This instance on point... it is I who initiate sociability and bring forth topics; I've siblings who've never (I mean never in all my life.) initiated any society with me - not even a conversation. So, in a sense, I'm used to a lack of responsiveness, and refuse to feel defeated. Yet there is the cliche of "setting yourself up for disappointment."

Obviously, it is fatal to expect an actual social experience in a virtual circumstance. All one can do is indeed validate one's vitality. This is a learning experience in more ways than one. In addition to the technical publishing skills slowly being acquired, I suppose I must explore other blogs for comrades, as it were, and invite reciprocal participation.