I am…  easily irritated.  Irked.  Aggravated.  Mostly by people, often by my dogs, frequently by the weather.

In short, I’m emotional. And stubborn.  And opinionated with no qualms about putting my opinion out there as if I have the right to do so and am absolutely right, at least for me in my little world.

Lately, I’ve been trying to take an emotional chill pill, to take a deep breath and just let shit go.  I don’t have time to be aggravated by everyone, don’t have the energy to give a fuck half the time.  And, in reality, most of the stuff that tends to aggravate happens right here, in this little box I’m staring at and typing on. And this little box?  Doesn’t. Fucking. Matter.

Other than work and the relationships I’ve built there, the relationships I foster as part of my job, the world wide web doesn’t matter. It’s fun.  It’s often entertaining.  It feeds my need to write, to babble, to have people listen.  It keeps me in touch when I want to stay in touch.  But it’s not…  my life.

Sometimes, I spend too much time here.  Too much time wrapped up on what’s going on with everyone else.  Too much time on the twitter dramas and the blog dramas and the review dramas and the fetlife dramas and…

That is when I tend to get most irked, let this little box start effecting my actual life, my mood. Sometimes, it’s unavoidable, given my job and the fact that it is, indeed, remote and dependent upon this little box and everything going on within it. But other times? It’s totally avoidable.

I gave someone the advice today, when they were letting online shit get to them, to shut down, turn off, go do something without the computer on, without the mobile twitter on the phone. Cuz, seriously, we’re all giving online shit way too much importance lately.  Technology is great but when you can’t go to a movie, to Target, out for drinks with friends, to dinner with your honey, when you can’t FUCK or get spanked without feeling the need to tweet about it almost as it’s happening; tweets during the movie, from the restaurant, from the pub, bar or club, twit pics from the hotel room, the bed, the shower… It’s insane.

Seriously.  It’s fucking crazy.

How can you be enjoying life and what you’re doing if you…

I don’t get it.  I go out with friends and I’m way, way too busy laughing and playing and having a good time to think about pulling out my phone so I can tweet about it or blog about it as it’s happening.  When I fuck, I’m too god damned happy afterwards, too cuddled up, too asleep, too busy laughing about the huge lube spill with the guy who just fucked me to haul the laptop into bed to tell you all about it.

Don’t get me wrong.  I have very, very good friends here online.  I care about a lot of folks. But I still shut this thing off and enjoy the shit I do when it’s not online shit, yanno?

And sometimes, I catch myself getting all wrapped up in it, spending 16, 20 hours a day in front of the computer and getting aggravated and irked and butt hurt and upset and fucking manic about shit that’s going on in this little box and I realize…

Right.  It’s time to unplug.  To shut it off.  To take a deep breath and fucking let it go.  I do not need to blog while I watch Lost or Idol.  I do not need to tweet while I make dinner.  I do not need to facebook about the sex I just had.  And I don’t need to listen to everyone else doing it, either.  Because life?  My life?  Is so much more interesting, to me, than all the twitter streams in the world.  Because the moment?  Being IN the moment?

That IS life.

I think I just babbled my ass off in a direction a little different than I meant to go.  My brain is a little full at the moment, of all sorts of things and I can’t really get any of them to come out organized.

But that’s okay.  It’ll all come out eventually.  Possibly even in the right order!

‘Til then, I’ll babble.  And you’ll like it, damn it!  Or not. I’m too Zen to care. :P