Having just Tweeted out a sentiment which is probably going to get me castigated the length and breadth of the Internet, I thought I would follow up, and perhaps clarify, here in a more expansive environment. Will this stop people from taking me to task and claiming I am a horrible person? Probably not, but a girl can hope.
Basically, my Tweet for today states that I cannot care about everything. Please note this does not mean that I don't care about anything! In fact, rather the opposite. I care, or I can care, far too much at times. If you've ever noticed that I am sometimes slow to respond to things, or that I don't get into arguments but instead try to shut them down, this is why.
I may have mentioned this before, but I am a very strong introvert, a person who would much prefer her own company or that of one or two good friends to a crowd of strangers. Parties, concerts, or other venues involving large groups of people terrify and drain me. Did I mention my job involves smiling at an awful lot of coworkers and talking to them? All day long?
So I spend nine hours a day, five days a week, in an environment entirely foreign to my desires, and then another hour to an hour and a half commuting to and from work every workday. The entire rest of my life, including recovery from that onslaught of people,dogs, housework, and my few social activities, has to either fit into those few slender hours I spend at home, be pushed to the weekend, or it doesn't happen.
Quite honestly, as good as all the causes are that I see people getting heated up over on Facebook and Twitter and blogs and everywhere else online, I just don't have the energy left to care about them. Even with my pitiful excuse for a social life, and the enormous dropoff in my writing lately, I'm overloaded. It's not that I don't care. It's that I simply can't.
If you want to call me a slacker because of this, if you want to point out that millions of people are busier than I am but still find time to care, if you want to point fingers and yell slogans, go for it. I can't stop you. Only do it quietly, please. I'm trying to get through one work week without having to hide under my desk and cry.
I'm sorry that I don't have anything better to tell you than this. I wish that I could write you a cheerful post full of happy dogs and chapter updates and original novels well on the way. Unfortunately, this is what I've got. Thank you for reading and I hope to be able to give you the good stuff again soon.