Nothing to report

Which is why I'm here instead of somewhere, y'know, "public," where I might go if I thought anyone "cared" about my "news," or about my "take" on their "news." We are all trapped, each in his own head. Efforts to "reach out" are inevitably, ultimately - albeit sometimes comically - futile.

Too tired to play anymore.

But the fact remains, one does have a desire to "talk" once in a while. Difficulty is, I have no one to "talk" to. Somewhere along the way, I neglected to befriend anyone who gives a shit. Correction: I have one friend who genuinely cares about all her friends. Whenever we "talk," she is very generous with every detail of her own life and the lives of all our mutual friends. Because I adore her, I listen. I don't repeat. I don't say much at all. Mutual friends have shared some very curious "facts" they've learned from her about me and my family over the years - mostly benign, often amusing, and almost entirely inaccurate. But she does love us, and for that I am truly grateful.

Still, the fact remains.

Yes, there is Himself, but he's a dude. There are daughters, but they have lives. There are parents, but much of what I would love to share/vent/unburden about is either about them or about things that would only add unnecessarily to their worry burden - they are way too good at worrying. Prime example: Kid and I are off to Dallas in a few weeks. Parents are already agonizing about every detail of the trip. I mentioned that one (minor) reason we decided to make the trip is that participation in the event will look pretty on Kid's college applications. Now Mater is agonizing about when and where Kid will apply to colleges. Love them. Gotta be careful what I tell them.

And still, the fact remains.