Caves of Emptiness

Let's make this entry about number six from the last entry.

I'm sure many of you know the pain that distance can cause. I'm sure some of you feel that you are experts on the subject. Well I'm definately not an expert on absence...at least not when it's complex, as some types so often are.

Don't get me wrong, I've missed people...family on trips, friends who've moved away, friends I've left behind, even a couple girlfriends that were away for one reason or another. But no absence compares to the one that I've come to know lately.

You see, there's someone in my life...yes it's a woman. And yes, every communication with her has been over the net. I know, I know, "Rick the internet isn't real, go out and meet people." "Rick, get a life!" "Rick, you have got serious issues." The thing is, I don't really spend much time on here. I never really did except for when I was talking to my friends.

So how can I miss someone whom I've never even spoken to? Honestly, I'm not sure. I guess it's sort of like an opiate...when you have it you feel great and haven't a care in the world, but when you run out it's all you can think about. Well my pixel devouring friends, it would seem that you've helped me work out my confusion again...Very simple isn't it?

I'm addicted to talking to this person.

Of course, knowing this raises more questions...but that's a completely different shrink session...

Hasta folks!!!!!! And remember, if what's on your shoe looks like poop and smells like poop, you probably went too far off the beaten path...