And then there's life online. I spend a lot of time here, telling myself it's what work and school demand. But that's a half truth. The other half is that it's easier than dealing with reality. It's a controlled environment and it's simpler. Plus, I don't have to do the dishes.
Not that I have problem with dishes, doing them is like zen meditation. But then, I do have a problem with dishes. Sometimes. When they're too real. If that makes any sense at all.
Corvid had this idea about us writing together. She seemed to have prepared a list of arguments to convince me, expecting me to say No, but I said Yes. I don't know why. Maybe because it simplifies our interaction, timezone-wise. Makes things more asynchronous. Allows me to cut back on my late-night online time, to sleep more. And not give up talking to her. Eat the cake and leave it whole. A perfect setup, right?
Every Saturday night this past month I've been attending these rallies, protesting against "the cost of living" in Israel. Things are pretty shitty, but at least people are waking up and demanding change. We march, tens of thousands of tired parents, students, minorities - you name it. Tens of thousands in Haifa, hundreds of thousands all across the country. We march for a few hours, demanding "social justice", and then go back home. It's late by then and most people head straight to bed. But not me. I logon and talk to Corvid. Or play these roleplaying games with her and a bunch of other friends. All in this controlled environment. We make up our own rallies, our own minorities, our own conflicts. Most of the others play supernatural beings - vampires, demons, angels. I always play simple people, shying away from grand battles of Good vs Evil. I play or chat for a while and go to bed for a couple of hours, eating my cake and leaving it whole.
Yeah... or so I tell myself.
Corvid, maybe you're right. Maybe there is no cake.
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