This is a whiny, poor me post. Feel free to skip and come back tomorrow when I will be back to just being boring.
I am feeling very distant from everything these days for a variety of reasons. Most of them are the result of choices I made.
Part of the distance has always been there. I live over 600 miles away from where I grew up and over 500 miles away from where I went to college. A good number of my family and friends still live in that area. I see my siblings twice a year when we go back for a visit. Everyone else has become a face I see on social media.
I used to be very involved in a local church. For a variety of reasons, we opted to change churches. All of the people I saw regularly there are also just faces I see on social media. I attend church every Sunday, but I am not involved at all outside of that. I’m a face people see and recognize, but I’m not really a part of the life of the church.
I left the library over a year ago. I really felt the distance this week when I heard the news that someone from the library passed away unexpectedly over the weekend. Had I not stopped by the library to pick up a book Monday morning I likely would never have known unless I stumbled upon the news on Facebook. I missed the memorial service for someone else from the library world because I am no longer in a place where I hear about such things.
Besides church, the only people I see outside of my family are the people at the barn and the people in the local book club I joined. I see them when I am at the barn or book club. We aren’t friends. I don’t see them outside of this. We aren’t friends on social media. It wouldn’t make a difference in their lives, the barn, or the book club if I left.
Tater, once removed is generally forgotten.