Through the Twitter

What comes through the Twitter, stays in the Twitter -Not

So it was a romance, a twitter flirtatious romance, and I thought she was writing for me, but no, it was for another that she pined for in unrequited mourning. He ignored her for months, I took an interest, and back he came, metaphoric phallus waving, claiming back his neglected twitter lover. She was delighted, and after several attempts to keep both going, dumped me, and I was bereft, for about 72 hours.

My bereftness was masked by a heavy fluey cold, but my 12 year old suspected, she thought it funny, she was right on the button. So it was coming out of the twitter, my mood in the height of that brief emotional affair was soaring, after, it was leaden for a while then it lifted again, feeling my self feeling again, that falling in love, that bitter rejection, the resurrection phoenix like from some shallow ashes,

And then OMG it happened again. But so differently, oh so differently and more intensely, more locked. God help me.

And then I see the lovely people, some guys mostly gals, and they all have their song their story, and I could fall in love with them all, everyone. So what up with moi? Is not my rich life not enough, my cup that runneth over I want to runneth a tsunami, and then some more. Greedy hearted? I don’t know,

I have to keep an eye on the time spent, as much as watching the alcohol points, the chocolate, the dally-ance with porn is dead, and the yearning for actual 3D affairs; blunted by the twitter life.
So whats to worry?

Got to be addicted to something. Luckily for me it is not gambling, alcohol, smoking, or actual wild, wild women. There is something about the arms length friendships that arise in social media, makes it safe; the geographic distances, and yet it is not entirely safe.

But I realise I don't want to run a risk free life. Too sterile. So for the time I've got, to Love and to risk, without hurting my nearest in the 3D. That's the mission.