Two Worlds

So here I am with a couple of hours all to myself, back in the Arlington routine for a week or so, with the luxury of time to explore the ether. It's becoming clear the deeper I get into my writing and friendships here that I inhabit two entirely separate worlds: this one and the flesh-and-blood one. You readers are familiar with both, because I'm able to talk about the flesh-and-blood world here in my writing, but you only know me in my "literary" voice, the one that comes out soundlessly via my keyboard. The people in my flesh-and-blood world by and large do not know about the virtual world I inhabit with you. They either don't understand blogging, or they are too busy with their flesh-and-blood lives to have the time to mosey around in the ethernet, or they are not great readers....the reasons are many, and depending on the person each one is valid. But they know a "me" that you don't: in that other world I tend to ask questions and then sit back and listen instead of dominating the conversation as I do here.

I, of course, have the best of both, but wish I could mix the two better. I know many of us here in the virtual neighborhood would have a splendid time together in the flesh, even if it were only to wow each other with our music and food! (Well, what else is there?!) And I wish more of my flesh-and-blood neighborhood knew about the writing me, but changing peoples' habits is not my job. If they drift by here and enjoy, that's fine. But I guess I'll need to talk about it. You know--with my flesh-and-blood voice.

Today my flesh-and-blood doctor beckons to talk about the results of the hip MRI I had a couple of weeks ago. I doubt there is much to worry about, especially since the pain pill I got from the rheumatologist is working so nicely. But I'll find out soon enough.