I don't blog, tweet or Facebook..

I heard it said before..I don't blog, I don't tweet, I don't Facebook, etc...

I would love to say good for you, especially if you are a master carpenter or some type of zen personality inventor that contributes a craft that only few can attain through elite skills. So good for you ! Rather great for you actually!

If you don't then, well, how boring can and must you be? That inability to participate in a cultural format that is now normal is like saying I don't phone, I hate those talky things..communication is here to stay and it is not changing and if you want to stay unaware of how society is changing in it then it is hard to feel sorry for you when you lament the social woes that befall you. I know of lost relationships because of a past generation refusing to accept and communicate the way the next generation needs to be heard. How tragic is that? And yes,I blame the older mature stubborn generation and not the new "gens" as they should be the parents of society. If the younger gen reaches out and the stubborn refuse, then their conviction is more important than the relationship in my point 

of view. 

Blogs are like model trains

Just like the title states-

You either love them or hate them. Well, maybe not hate but have little to no interest because the rest of life is so much more interesting. To the model railroader though, it is a love affair that cannot be explained. Perhaps it's the escape or imaginary teleportation into the fantasy realm. To them it can be like pornography or drugs to another. It is an addiction. One that makes one feel in control of a vast empire. A little bit of "all of the above" for me. Especially the feeling of being in control, or should I say illusion. Most of life things are out of or beyond our control. Model railroading gives me that little hope of actually being in charge. But it's much more than that even. My trigger has to do with losses. All my life I have been put in spots where somehow I lose. Not small losses mind you. From sports to jobs to family and on and on. Some to personal to mention even. One hit after the next. I have my own PTSD to deal with daily regarding loss. It is no joke, it's a real thing.

Model trains is my focused medium. It is my art and passion when I can break away from the real world. The real world sucks you into its endless black hole. It's mind numbing until you die...the final loss.

Anyways, there is no way to make up enough wind to cover the losses so trains hits the gap. I realize that perception is reality and I have to disengage from it to enjoy. But, please for the sake of everyone's safety, allow a person their escape so they can function normal in this unreal real world.