nobody

yeah, ok, face it... the fact is that caring is relative... there is caring in the heart, sincere and meaningful, but not active in the daily life where the real world happens... that kind of caring is beautiful poetry, words, in fact, a noun... the caring that really makes a difference, caring that changes a life (or the world) is a verb... active caring... doing something to effect change on a global basis, it is a dangerous game of activism, politics, business, and often making enemies (because so many do not want change for so many reasons)... on that level we can see some people do care, but not enough...

the title of this blog relates to individual caring, specifially about me... and i must accept that nobody actively cares about me these days... nobody has the time (that sounds much better than nobody cares, right?)... only a few people are close enough to even begin to know me... that's just the way it is... so i go it alone, if that's how it must be (saved by the music, when i let the music save me, that is)... at least i do not live alone, yay for a best friend roommate even if she doesn't have time most of the time... someday my princess will...

sorting

sometimes i wonder if there is a point to all the sorting and listing (but most especially the sorting at the moment) i do and if it is worth the time it takes (though at the moment i have the time to do it, this time of extravagant leisure will not last forever (sigh and giggle and all)... and what prompts this bit of pondering is the thought that even with all the time in the world, i wonder if all that sorting is even accurately reflecting any real form that represents me, like does the sorting of writings in this blog or that really paint some clearer picture of the purpose of the written gardens and lend greater insight into who i am and if it does, what it i put something in the wrong place (if there is a wrong place, that is, inaccurately representing what i am attempting to express)... if that was a question, feel free to answer (and now i wonder if my irreverence grin show through and if it does, does it enhance or distract from the point which is something i wonder rather often as i feel my irreverence grin rather often and do not reflect it with a smiley because the smiley does not accurately express the irreverence, among other deeper meanings we shall leave for elsetime)... and i might say whatever (which maybe should have been sorted here and that thought may have been the spark that became this entry) or even here or the other place (of the four newish ones) of maybe everything should just be written in one place and sorted some other time by a sorting expert (editor in chief) who is the professional one i hope to adore someday, but for now, i just do what i do and wonder as i wonder...

and so

is this song is about me...


is it sad that nobody knows me well enough to know for sure?