I have been a fan of social networking since it's emergence. I think it is a great way to keep up with people, to express joys and pains, and to kill some free time.
In high school I had a network of other IM-ers. People I didn't really know aside from the world of 1's and 0's. They were my go-to people for friend problems, relationship problems, and even more personal issues. There was something about being able to talk to a person that was disconnected from your other circles. Some of these people I've been able to actually meet in real life, and others have slowly faded into the unknown. But they were there for me, and in some way they helped me through some of the toughest years of my life, when I didn't have anybody else to talk to. I censored myself back then with a cloak of invisibility. They knew my life story, but couldn't put a body to the story.
Then in college, there was an even bigger network: classmates, hall residents, hot guys, hot girls...study buddies...oh I had so many "lists" of people on my IM accounts. But these people didn't really care about the personal issues of a college girl. They wanted to know when the next party or study session was, or when I would be down in the basement cooking my next batch of double dark chocolate chipotle mocha brownies... This time the face was known, but the girl inside was hidden. Who cared that I was a first generation student, that the college didn't recognize because I look Anglican, trying to juggle two jobs, a full workload at school, and a crazy boyfriend?
So now. I've graduated...and my networks have merged into this big conglomerate of people...people who have heard my stories, and see my life. People who care, and know my story. People like you who read my ramblings and laugh with me. I have this problem with laughing at inappropriate times. It's my pain/anger/sadness/stress mechanism. I think I have my brother to thank for that... but its a part of me. Just like my inability to hide my anger...I don't say a word when I'm angry, unless provoked. I don't like to speak when my mind is fogged with those kind of emotions. I have to wait until I can see through the fog...and that makes it hard when I have to bite my tongue and try to play it off. heh.
Okay, so where was I? Oh yes...now. I live in the now. I love to plan for the future, sure. But what I really love is looking around me when all seems bleak, and stopping to think: "Wow. You know...life is good. It may have a few cracks in the crust, but my slice of this pie, we call our existence, is a pretty darn good!" And I love sharing that with the world. We all have problems, but it is up to us to find the solutions, and if we crawl in our shells and don't face them head on our existence will be quite pitiful. We make our happiness, and we make our misery. I choose to be happy. I choose to vent what needs to be released, and hold onto what needs to be remembered, and cherish those that are near and dear to me.
So this is my story. My unedited, unabridged life. The joys and trials, and the choice to be happy. I will not be censored, and I will only be true. Those of you privy to the more personal details may get more out of my ramblings and beliefs, my shared quotes and moral stories... and if you don't like it- well, that is your problem to solve!
Just another day in the life of C A Stone...♥
Live in the rhythm of love...and share the bliss!