I share some of your preferences, at least in terms of long-form vs. short-form. But I have to say I would miss the engagement of spaces like this were I to forego them entirely. I love reading books, don't get me wrong, but there's an inherent passivity there that means I could never subsist solely on them. Maybe if we weren't in the middle of a pandemic and I had more options for people to hang out with....
We did that last night. And it was fun. But the absolute value of the cost (not just the money) was greater than the absolute value of the fun. So, regret and such. I've likely some music to face when my wife awakens for sending her rather angrily depressing txt messages from the bathroom around 2:30am, especially knowing the alarm would go off at 6:20am, but she could sleep in. I... I... aye yi yi....
But we'll find a way. Find our way.
Or maybe not for having just said that.
<winks to those who know Murphy as personally as I>
What's really interesting about it all, though, is that such tends to be in the wake of what seems like deeper understanding, as though illusion wants to return with a gift-bearing vengeance. It's sort of an inner joke that I know I've gotten too close to what this seeming reality is when it's soon thereafter kicking my teeth in orthodontist-salivating ways.