Apparently, I was feeling Disconnected fourteen years ago. Seems I’d lost the desire to blog because I didn’t have anything meaningful to say.
“…what is left isn’t all that interesting to me, so I can’t imagine why it would be to any intrepid visitor who might somehow come across this weary blog.”
HaHa! Luckily, I got over that, embraced the emptiness, and kept on blogging!
The old post begins with your feeling disconnected, but it ends with your saying that you can’t help caring. Color me confused. I get the sense that you were mentally meandering when you wrote that, and you hadn’t settled on a clear thesis. Not that you should have: blog posts are core samples of your mental state at a given moment. In this case, the MRI came out looking like a jumble.
“In this case, the MRI came out looking like a jumble.”
Ha! Like that time I had a brain scan, and it came back negative! I get what you are saying, though. When I read that post again after all these years, I wondered what I meant too. My recollection was I was “disconnected” from my American life and my friends and family there. I believe this was the beginning of the end for my marriage to #3 and the realization that Korea was where I was going to stay. I still cared about my old life, but I recognized it was now in the past.