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Oh. Definitely a false alarm. It was one of those alerts, and here I was thinking it was going to be something to look at, something interesting. Some proof that someone else was out there doing the same thing as I was but actually managing to accomplish something, anything. I was wrong. Just an alert about some content update that was of absolutely no interest to me. At all.

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Wait, I haven't checked this page recently. Maybe...

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Nothing. Why are these people not doing as they are supposed to be doing and updating things? Why are there no new posts? Why am I always waiting?

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It isn't as though I never contribute. I've written some emails. Recently. Sadly, it appears everyone else is out enjoying themselves and is too busy to reply. That, or they forgot. It is a possiblity, right?

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What about now? Anything new? No.

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Fine. I get the picture. If I want something new I am going to have to be doing it myself. I see that. I do understand. Life is what you make it and all that sort of thing, right?

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Maybe I'll just check this one thing first.

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Or this.

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Or... oh. Right. This is where I started. I guess that means it is time to get on with it.

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I'll start with this then. Ok. Time to stretch out my arms, wiggle my fingers, and type something. Come to me, oh inspiration.

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Maybe this will inspire me. I could use a good jumpstart on the idea department.

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Wait, have I seen this page before? Did I just click one of those ads that I know pays for the site but I honestly try to ignore? Crap! I don't want to be looking at this! Why on earth would they think this would be of interest? Who actually clicks these on purpose, anyway?

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Ok, so that one was kind of amusing.

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Oh my gosh! Mail! I have mail! I have... what on earth? This can't be serious. Are they for real? Did I honestly just get an email about this? An email about being addicted to the internet. Really. Who do they think they are? I'm not addicted. I can quit anytime. I have tons of things I could be doing.

Delete

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Oh. Right. I was going to do something. Hmmm. Nobody I really feel like emailing though. I mean, nothing has really happened recently, has it? Nothing out of the ordinary, anyway.

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I don't see any new content here either. Nothing pithy to say, no picture to be wowed by.

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Ok. Back to this. Come to me, oh inspiration. I shall write. Something. I truly will. 

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How are none of these people online? Is my list too short? Are there not enough people on it?

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Writing. Really. I'll just see what's new first, just in case.

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That is definitely new. Hold on a second. I think... maybe... I actually might have found something here. Something to keep the boredom at bay, something to stave off the need to contribute to my own amusement. For some reason I am finding this a little surprising, albeit in a rather wonderful way. A few moments when I do not find myself flicking through cyberspace, seeking something that I just can't quite nail down, some indefinable amusement.

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I am going to get down to it now. I really am. Truly.

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He settled for waiting in an agonised silence, hoping that the Monsignor would speak again.

excerpt from Keeping flowers in full bloom   by Bill_Hartzia