Wallowing

Over the past few weeks I have been blog hopping, facebook skimming, and Internet surfing. It is disturbing to me how many people are down. In fact, today, I read one entry that was a blatant cry for help. "Battling the depression, meds aren't work, I don't have motivation to go forward."

I suddenly wanted to reach out to this person. I started wondering what it is they needed. Did they want me to comment on their Status, send a response to their blog, or maybe drop them a text telling them to buck and smell the roses?

It dawned on me the importance of face to face interaction really is. When I battle days similar to this individual, the last thing I need is someone shooting me a text or commenting on my status. I need someone to touch, sometimes to hold. I need to see their eyes and know that they are listening to me, care about me, and value me. I don't get that from the computer.

I did not know how to reach this person. I don't know where they live. I don't have a phone number for them. I just have name on a computer. What do we do to change it?

I have heard similar comments from fellow co-workers working from home. They find themselves in states lacking motivation. It appears they are having trouble motivating themselves. They never leave the house. I hear that. I see that. We all need to do something about it.

I like the idea of bowling, playing dodge ball, maybe four square, or a good game of red rover, red rover. We need to get out, talk, laugh, touch, and see. Let's make sure we are doing that.

So stop reading this blog, for today, get up, find a friend, a roommate, a sibling, a companion, and go out and do something fun/silly, spontaneous, but do it together and stop wallowing.