LonelyMomDotCom "Facebook, lonely Facebook…"

I don’t know about you but I joined facebook because I fell for that line about “connecting”. I had high hopes for my facebook account…envisioning mornings spent over the computer answering what would undoubtedly be the dozens of emails I would receive from my friends. So I joined….and waited. I would one by one acquire new friends, all the while waiting for MY friend requests to roll in. Where were they? Did they get lost in the *gulp* mail?

My grand total after a year and a half on facebook is less than 100…more than 50…okay, well, just 59…at the moment, but I have hopes of hitting the big “6” “0” any day now.

This morning I check my newsfeed. It’s become a rather daunting task since kid genius changed up facebook on all of us. Now there are lists. Lists you can make of “important” friends. This way, you can see their posts first…or something like that. It is supposed to make us “connect” even better. It has made me connect with REALITY! The reality that I am not on anyone’s “important” friends list. (I cringe even thinking about it.) At least before, on their way to reading the posts that they REALLY wanted to read, my “friends” would be forced to scroll past mine, thereby randomly clicking “like” or typing a cute little smiley face in the comments section.

My cute little smiley faces have now been replaced by the sounds of chirping crickets. As I read various friend’s accounts of parties, playdates or worse…see picture proof posted before me, I cannot help but wonder…who really is facebook helping me connect with??

LonelyMomDotCom "My Island..."

Lonely? Yes. The kind of lonely that makes you understand exactly why Tom Hanks talked to the Wilson soccer ball in "Castaway". The kind of lonely that makes you chat up the girl that calls you to survey you about your last hospital visit. That poor girl didn't know what hit her. She couldn't get me off of the phone fast enough.

I was reading a magazine a few days ago. There was a woman who blogged about how larger women use fashion as an art form. When asked why she blogged, she answered that she saw a need for people just like her...a void that needed to be filled.

BINGO! A void. That's what I had been existing in for years. This void that connected to no one in my hemisphere. A sea of well put together moms that came in and out of each other's days and lives effortlessly. All the while, it took me 3 hours to prepare for a 10 minute drop off for dance class!

A void. I had to wonder if out there in this great blogosphere there were others like me. The same way I imagine people once wondered about the other side of the ocean, or the other end of the solar system. Are there other lonely moms? Moms on there own little islands just like me. My island is in a major metropolitan city. A place that one would never expect an island to be. It just sits there, quiet and undisturbed but for the comings and goings of those that inhabit it.


So I sit here, typing...using what is probably the last functioning cells in my brain...sending out my S.O.S. Is anybody out there? 




Yes.