Aliens and Facebook

Those, Baby, Friend, Eyes, Days, Take, Charles, Love, People, Mother,Father, Daughter, Year, Being, Around, Others, Best, Every, World, Woodstock, Moment, Soon, Thing, Time, Talk, Walked, Very, Through, Dog, Babytalk, Happened, Each, Next, Never, Babies, Care, Something, Tears, Historic, Mine, Looked, Show, Really, Heart, White, Path, Dark, Happy, Give, Human, Three, Think, Near, House, Own, Angels, Thought, Movie, Later, Alone, City, Stories, Long, Joy, Everyone, Smile, High, Began, Life, Remember, Night, Sure, Tiny, Anyone, Abel, Feed, While, Seen, Yourself, Jsut, Seemed, Years, Knowing, Panic, Ever, Say, Willingness, Sweet, Brown, Storm, Tell, Wrapped. 

That's my wordcloud. Go to Facebook Most Used Words if you want to see yours.


 I like that one of my words is Jsut. (sic.)


 They used to have an app. on amazon that let you see the main words any author used. i checked out the books i had written (this is what authors do when not writing) and cute and magical won by far. can those words win you a national book award?


at least for the moms i know, our facebook cloud  does not accurately reflect our true selves.

ON FB  i put my best forward. with bursts of  intense truth. recipes. and lately, those little stories i was afraid to share. because the whole time i was having that jobette experience, i kept thinking my sole purpose in life was to study it, get out of it, and share the way with others. it's a lot of pressure. i don't think helen keller learned the word water and then sprinted out grabbing other people's hands and teaching them how to do it--ALL IN ONE DAY!!!! why am i comparing myself to helen keller.


 every so often ON FB you see a normally positive person scream out something so true. like they can't stand living in such a boring town.  or they miss dancing to slamming bass, and brown people, and not knowing the next day how they got to where they woke up. that was from an actual reverend today, and i could relate. but would not share it...on FB. i'm trying to be grateful. i used to be much mroe grateful. you can become afraid to be grateful. i had a therapist once who said--wow, it's like you are afraid if you just pop out and smile for a second, your real self, that BAM, someone's gonna smash you down with a hammer. he also said another time: wouldn't wanna be ya.



on FB
 i have shared a welling up of gratitude that was true and pure, while huddled under a blanket withdrawing from the drugs i was prescribed for pain. and the person reading my post would picture me galavanting around. well you don't really picture people at all when you are reading their posts. they are just hunched over like you with their faces squinched or glaring. it is so weird that you don't smile when you are sharing a picture that is designed to make someone else smile.



 perhaps this IS the real me--the one that wants to offer the fruits of suffering, and not the pain and details of suffering, the way out to freedom, and not the details of how i got trapped--but then--you are a walking meme. meem? me---me--me--


you are like those channeled beings who have the exact same personality. once when i channeled a book (it freaked me out at first but then it was fun, the easiest and most satisfying thing ever)--i asked the entity or whatver that i was speaking to WHY channeled beings had such a sameness to their voice--that's another story.


 sometimes i imagine they have no voice box, just amorphous color and light, or else warthoggish aliens, who transmit through a universal translator into your mind. in the wrong hands, the above two paragraphs could have me commtited. in the right hands--a blockbuster movie.

not the sort of thing i would post on FB unless i could make it short and funny and not offend my kids, and my new grandsons, when they grow up. i somehow think i will not ever offend my grandsons! wow! wouldn't that be amazing to never offend someone you know and love forever? i put a bunch of stories on fb during the last snowstorm, because--what the hell. i had been saving them up for a collection, but had become so crippled about my writing, so precious, so editing--even-before-i-wrote. this is natural if one goes through a major transformation. seriously doubt it could be more epic if i got a sex change. still changing, but i think the period where the entire rotten house is blown apart and you land in oz--is over. so i don't know my main words yet. but it was great, no AMAZING, to get such unexpected feedback from random FB friends and fans--every writer wants to hear: tell me another story! it's good to have real, meaningful relationships with people, and these are different from the relationship you have with the person who will read the words you haven't written yet. that person is you. are you there yet?