Walking around like I’m on stilts and why I ghost you…

Dear Diary,

I think I tore my left arm working out too hard. I kind of went a bit berserk last night (I had some serious stress to relieve), and ever since, the pain has been ridiculous. And it’s not just my arm, either: my entire body is sore. I’ve basically been walking around like I’m on stilts or something, much to Anne’s constant amusement. She’s getting a kick out of smack-talking and calling me a gimp; considering she’s used a wheelchair her entire life and has cerebral palsy/cancer, she gets a pass.

Flash forward about an hour after my workout.

I got out of the shower with a head spilling with writing ideas that seemed to assault me as I bathed and decided to unleash some creativity. The entire time I was wincing in pain, every movement seemed to hurt. Especially my left arm. Anyway, while I was writing, Anne threatened me with a hot bath to relax my muscles, and… well, I screen captured the conversation. 😅

 

 

See, these are the types of discussions I have all the time with my peeps. I’m special, I know. 😆

Speaking of being special.

I hope you guys know how much I love and appreciate you being in my little digital sphere, and how much your encouragement and attention means to me. So many of you write and message, and I wish I could respond to you all, but the only problem is I simply don’t have the time. I really, really, really try, but it’s just not feasibly possible. Sometimes this means it takes days (or weeks, depending) before I can finally sit down and respond to messages and emails (which I only check twice a week to begin with), which leads some people to believe that I dislike being social online, or that I’m bougie and ghosting people.

That is far from the truth.

If that’s how I was, I wouldn’t be so active on Twitter (my favorite social media network), and my DMs for all networks wouldn’t be open. It’s not a matter of hatred, dislike, or bougieness. It’s a matter of time. There are only so many hours in the day, and considering I do author work for eight of those hours, then spend time with my friends, big brother unit, working out, Patreon, and personal hobbies (something I often have to skip because by the time I finish everything else it’s usually bedtime)… I just don’t have time to have random conversations. Especially the ever-persistent deep communication of “Hi,” or “Where r u frm?” Seriously people, if you want to have a discussion, say something worth discussing! 😅 Preferably about something I’ve written, as that’s the primary reason I’m online – to connect with readers. It’s definitely not to find love or hook-up/cyber. That’s some next-level desperate thirsty shit that I just don’t need in my life. I mean, if that’s what I wanted, it would be easy enough to snag someone from my circle, you know? Not some random internet stranger during a pandemic. 😅 That makes about as much sense as those weird motherfuckers that take pictures of their food and post it to social media. Seriously, why do people do that?!

Anyway, I know how crazy things have been with the presidential election rapidly approaching, but console yourself with this: we are, regardless of religious or political affiliation, in this together. When everything is said and done, none of that shit truly matters anyway. What matters is that we are all people, we all deserve respect, and we all have feelings. Regardless if we agree with one another or not. Keep it real. Treat others the way you want to be treated. Period.

I love you all.

Be good to each other. ✌

#Alexa

 

“Where justice is denied, where poverty is enforced, where ignorance prevails, and where any one class is made to feel that society is an organized conspiracy to oppress, rob and degrade them, neither persons nor property will be safe.”

– Frederick Douglass

 

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