Plus, I frankly get tired of being asked how I'm doing instead of what I'm doing. It reduces me to a subject to be monitored, like you're asking whether the cake is finished baking. I readily concede that a lot of the times I won't have an answer because I've been too miserable to actually do anything. But at least by virtue of asking what I've been doing, you'll have participated in the charade that there's more to my life at this point than feeling miserable. And while I'm at it, I write this blog as much for anyone who might have reason to ask me what, or how, I'm doing as I do for myself.
I understand I can't go to ballgames and concerts with you like I used to, or stay up all night playing Clue and drinking wine. It's not your fault I can't be there, I get that. But this blog is where I make note of things, hoping that you'll actually read it and check in with me here. Few of you ever actually do, of course, and often whenever I bring up something in conversation that I've discussed in this blog, I get the response, "Yeah, I saw that." It'd be nice if, once in a while, you took thirty seconds to type, "Sounds good/That sucks/Really?!/some kind of reaction" just to acknowledge that you're aware I've shared my thoughts on a subject. You get to hang out with real, live human beings for interaction but I don't. I'm willing to do the lion's share of the work here; you don't have to meet me half way by maintaining a blog of your own. But seriously, people, unless I hear more from you than a rhetorical "How you doin'?" I'll be left with the conclusion that all I am at this point is a condition to be evaluated. Believe me, that's a deplorable reduction for a human being.