Oh blogging how I've missed you

When I was little the summers seemed to last forever. The weeks seemed to drag on. How come when you are older the days weeks and years just seem to fly by? My mom constantly reminds me of that this must be an age thing. When she is retelling an event or telling me a story and the bomb is dropped..."oh it just happened the other day" now we kind of look at each other and laugh, because I know her just the other day is well lets just say could mean anywhere from 1-6 years! My how time just flies by.
So I finally ran through the checklist of things in life that I have put on hold or neglected and saw that I hadn't rambled on about life's occurrences since July! With being back in school and the to and fro of keeping pace with the worlds of people around me. My painting and blogging have definitely been on the bottom of my list, but oh how I missed you old friend.
I wonder if the person who invented blogging ever thought that many of peoples postings would go unread or be read from people all over the world? I love to pop in and out of blog pages to read whats happening in other peoples lives. Sometimes I am happy for them sometimes I am sad. I think blogging is a way to vent really. Some people are very witty in their writing and keep the emotional level very playful, others are very straight forward and you can pretty much tell how they are in real life by their words. Even those who hide emotions in their writing I often wonder if they hide their emotions or their true selves in their daily life? Thats what saddens me the most I guess. When you run into people in life that refuse to be real, refuse to open up and let you in, see the real person. In the end we all struggle with the same things in life, wouldn't it be nice to know that you have someone who has been there or going through the same things to help you through it. That its ok to reach out and tell someone "hey its been a real crappy week, I could use an ear, or advice" whats wrong with that? I guess its just a cultural or social thing, the "I'm fine, fake smile" pat on the back thing. I just want to know the real you. If you're around me for very long you know I'm not good at faking it. Often I say to much and am pretty much known for having my foot in my mouth.
I only say this after talking with an old friend of mine out of the blue the other day. First I sent a check in thinking of you text to this friend, and the reply text I got signaled me that my friend was struggling with something. You know when the wipersnap humor wasn't full snap or something was a lil different? So I immediatly called and said whats up. Unfortunately we had to do the song and dance of oh me I'm fine, world is daisies and kittens(for 12 minutes) before the friend would finally get real and open up about what was going on. Even though what they were struggling with was minimal it was still bothering my friend. I often wonder how many of my friends play the song and dance with me, and then I wonder do they ever open up to anyone?
I mean think about that, if your friend never opens up to you or anyone else what happens to that friend? The relationship becomes a drift I think, because its like your friend is keeping a secret. The secret of whats really going on with them. So my goal is to make sure I am checking up on all my long lost buddies and I too want to make sure that I am being open with my friends.
Ah I hope you have enjoyed my ramblings. I just think we all need to reach out to those around us. So many of those around us could use a friend (and a hug). Now that I have that out of my system I'm off to paint!