In my young adult age, I find myself wafting between a feeling of existential solitude and a feeling of powerful connection with the world around me. As I sit here alone in my bedroom with no one around, I feel like I am untraceable; nobody knows exactly what I am doing right at this second and I can do anything I want without the consequence of anyone knowing about it. I am unconnected to the world. Yet at the same time, I have a cell phone in front of me and an internet connection at my fingertips. I can hear the contractors next door working on the neighbor’s house and I saw the neighbor across the street take off on his Triumph motorcycle earlier. I am aware of the world around me and just the simple observance of this world affects me and my day.
I’ve been rather busy lately, what with looking for jobs, working part-time and still looking for jobs, and dating someone with whom I spend quite a bit of my non-job-related time. I’ve also been running errands and visiting with close family members, such as my parents and my grandmother, and yet I have not had a chance to keep in touch with my brothers. This is an odd thing for me, because I am very close with all of my immediate family members. However, half the time, I don’t know what’s going on with my brothers anymore. It’s not that I’ve missed the boat and I have to catch up–I can get back into the game at any time. But the point of the matter is that the world goes on without you and gets along just fine when you’re not there. We (mostly) all know this to be true. And I suppose I always thought it was a bad thing to let the world go on without you. But lately, I’m seeing it differently. Did you ever really think about what happens to those people that don’t keep up with the world they’re used to?
I used to be all over the internet. I had an active account with almost every type of social networking site you could think of. I still do have a lot of those accounts, but I’ve been busy with “real life” lately. Some of my accounts, I often forget about completely. Some, I feel a need to maintain activity on simply due to the fact that my friends (most of whom I haven’t seen in at least a year since I moved back to San Diego) use these sites. But slowly, my site activity is lessening all the time. My communication with my social network in all is dying down. I feel slightly bad for neglecting my emails, comments, phone calls, and texts. And yet, I have to ask myself why I should feel so bad about that? I respond to people as necessity calls for it. But otherwise, I find myself rather liberated by not needing to be online at all times. Sometimes it’s nice to be alone. And by that I mean free of social networking sites.
Another thing that is contributing to my progression away from the social internet is the fact that I’ve been paying more attention to the news and politics (rather than movies and celebrity gossip), as well as taking over certain bills and payments in my life (learning how to be an adult here, people). Through this, I feel like I really am part of the real world, as opposed to before when I wasn’t quite convinced. I am slowly learning that the taxes I pay and the votes I make and the way I drive and the things I eat really do have a large impact. The last thing that’s giving me a hard time now is the way I communicate with people. I know how to be courteous and polite, but I’m forgetting how to keep in touch with people. The kinds of relationships I had with people before are not and cannot be the same anymore. I’m unsure of how to approach it and all I can say when people ask me where I’ve been is, “I’ve been busy.” And I have been.
This blog entry is one attempt to hash it all out. I know this blog alone won’t help me understand myself or the world, but it helps a little. You see, writing is a therapy for me. Obviously, I don’t do it enough (as you can see by the date on my last entry). But when I do write, it’s for a reason. I do believe in the power of communication. I preach this all the time. But even I have my own problems with it. And therein lies the beauty of communication: it is one of the few things in this world that can fix itself. When you don’t use it, problems can happen. When you do use it, problems can happen. But either way, you can always use it again to right the situation. That’s what I’m trying to do now.
As for my journey into adulthood, that’s a process that will likely take decades. I’m okay with being a 23-year-old kid with hardly a clue of what to do. It’s a learning process and I know it’s going to take time for me. My values and priorities are definitely doing some changing and I’m learning how to accept that. It’s okay to not be the person you once were. It’s okay to become a new person. It doesn’t mean you have to throw away your old world entirely for the new one, but it’s okay to move some things around (and possibly discard) to make room for the new world. I hope people realize that.
Until next time.