“They” say computers and the Internet are depersonalizing our society, keeping us from connecting with real people. Once again, I call bullshit.
Today is my birthday. The first person outside of my house to wish me a happy one? A guy I knew in college. The second? A writer friend I met once, who lives hundreds if not thousands of miles away. I got dozens of wishes via Facebook, text, and e-mail.
And not a damn one made me feel disconnected and alone. Instead I felt warm and loved and part of a giant community of people who care about each other. Imagine that.
So far, it’s been a great day. My husband took the day off, so he got up at 6:15 with the kids and got them off to school (not that they need much) and did the morning chores (the very best part of having a birthday is not having to scoop litter boxes, stand outside with the dog while she does her business, or load the dishwasher). I slept until 10.
Shortly after I woke up, he brought me flowers and tiramisu truffles. I do have a little bit of work I can’t avoid, but otherwise I’m going to write and read and relax. Then I’ll open presents and go to Red Lobster for dinner and drag said totally awesome husband to the 3D version of Avatar, because I want to see it and because he’s made of awesomesauce (he hates 3D, but he hasn’t seen the new 3D yet).
I’ve opened one present so far. My brother gave me Tom Brady. Is that cool or what? Of course, don’t worry, I’ll let him out for games. :)
Merry Christmas to all of my readers who celebrate it! May you all have as much joy and love around you as I have today.