Two years ago, I posted a comic about wanting to get back in touch with people but having
a hard time doing so:
Last year, I took that comic and made a sort of sequel to it, one that might take
place only minutes later, as the same character from the original revises their
thoughts and prepares to actually do the reaching out:
I thought
then, and still do now, that both versions have validity and usefulness. The
sentiment is apparently a relatable one; no other comic in CrustaceanSingles'
eight-plus years has ever spread so far or so fast as that one on 27 November
2017 did. I witnessed thousands of complete strangers pouring their hearts out
and reconnecting with old friends in comment sections around the internet, all
sparked by my sad, strange stick figure's overly wordy thoughts. It was, and
still is, pretty surreal for me.
It's also
a little bittersweet. There are so many people I have known and cared about but
lost contact with over the years. I haven't reached out to many of them in the
two years since I posted that comic. I have plenty of excuses, sure; chronic
physical and mental illness are real, and one of the worst things they do to a
person is to take away possibilities. Still, I can't help but feel hypocritical
posting about Getting Back in Touch Day.
But
instead of hiding from that hypocrisy, I want to face it, think about it,
respond to it. Today, I'm posting the original and last year's follow-up.
Tomorrow (and maybe the next day), I'll post whatever I can come up with. I
don't have any idea what it will be as I write this. I'll be thinking about it,
though, and reading anything you all have to say about it, too.
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