For my dear friend Kurt Vonnegut...RIP.
Every morning, almost as soon as I wake up...
My friends and family, the people I know and love, and especially the people I spend time with on FB, gather around me and pat me on the back, welcoming me to another day.
Not literally...but in my mind.
Maybe there is no difference.
You probably think I'm kidding.
Even people who know me well, might be justified in thinking I say this for some kind of poetic effect.
There is, after all, no way of proving it is true.
But it's true.
As my brain slowly comes to life...
I think about the people in my life, one by one.
It's like they dawn on me, gradually...
Each and every one.
Those I have met in person, and those I have not.
I'm not sure there is a difference there, either.
(ok...here's a weird bit for the stayers, to try to illustrate this point.)
FB friends- ones I have NEVER met- even drift into my subconscious, and help me process my insecurities & latent fears & neurosis.
As some of you might know...
When I was a child, I was a bit of a pant wetter.
I think growing up with an abusive father terrified me so much, I would lose control of my bladder function.
Anyway, on one particular occasion, after wetting myself with fear, my father locked me in my room, and threatened to take me into town to buy me a dress to wear because I 'pissed my pants like a girl'.
Ever since then...
I have had a thing about the whole deal.
I have written about it in the past...you can catch up with it if you like. I even devoted a chapter of my book to it.
But the point is...
Last night, in my dreams, one of my FB friends (a female) took me out for a beautiful new tattoo...
& then bought me a nice dress.
I wore that dress, and felt completely comfortable in it.
& she stayed with me for a while, until I was ok again inside.
& I woke up feeling ok with the world.
That happens to me all the time.
Who says FB friends aren't real???
