100 Hubs and Romance Is Not Dead.
Here's to the next 100
100 Hubs and Romance Is Not Dead.
The firework display of many colours, sparklers twinkle silver light into the dark sky above, but none can hold a Catherine Wheel, or should that be a candle, to my love, Hub Pages?
I joined you all many months ago, just a sapling on this cyber planet we call Hub Pages. Many of you welcomed me with open arms. Some of you nurtured my tender persona, whilst others took great delight in spitting me out in little pieces. But so many of you are now an important daily part of my life; just like cleaning my teeth or eating a packet of ready salted crisps, my particular favourite brand being Walkers. Gary Linekar isn’t bad either, well he certainly has a huge wallet.
I have loved and lost many Hub Buddies, I have had the old heart strings pulled and split a little with enjoyable dates with sensual and gifted writers. I have adored from afar, and hopefully been adored by a few. That last statement to make my ego feel good, but most importantly I have learned so much about human behaviour.
People laugh, cry, fight, retaliate, nurture, encourage and love on Hub Pages, just like any house in any town in any country. We share a life together; sometimes a lonely life can be lifted by an insightful comment. In other ways a depressive mood can be changed with laughter shared with other hubber’s, and at times, heart break is bearable with the love of friends that we have made. Together, we are a huge melting pot of diverse personalities, who feel at home on Hub Pages.
Some people, such as my partner don’t understand how any of us need to chat, to comment on someone else’s writing.In fact he thinks that we should all get everything that we need at home within our own four walls. He has in fact told me that I am obsessed with writing for my fellow hubber’s. Maybe I am, but there is where the problem lies. We can be happy at home with the most fantastic partner in life, but we all want more.
A fellow hubber, The Frog Prince, wrote from the heart about Giver’s and Taker’s and certainly made us stand up and listen to ourselves. As much as there are “Givers and Takers” in this life there are needs and wants individual to every one of us. I “need” to eat and drink in order to stay alive, but what excitement can I get from that apart from a fantasy of being dined by a luscious man, carrying a single red rose. Yes Ok, a bit corny, but nice while I fantasise. I “want” to be dined by a luscious man carrying a single red rose, and that is the difference.Hub Pages have given me so much more than a “need”, youmy hub buddies who regularly follow my hubs, laugh at my terrible jokes, pick me up and send me on my way with encouraging words when my poetry is crap, and read and applaud my efforts for Creative Writing, are my family. I “want” to be in your world. I “want” to feel a presence of kindred spirits and I “need “to be heard, just like a crying baby in the cot hoping for love and attention from his mother.
I have been around the block a few times, I have lived and loved and lost all in the same week, but I will never give up hope of finding just a little bit of happiness. My friends at hub pages you have given me a visual life, where I can run free from any confines. I can speak my mind, write poetically and creatively or just as simple, be me. We don’t see each other every day, we don’t infringe on each other’s space, we don’t turn up where we are not welcome, but we do support each other.
So this, my 100th hub I dedicate to every one of you who have touched my life. From those who have lots of loving magical words to those who simply say it as it is. Thank you for accepting me, wrinkles, flaws and selfish moments, because I am only human and not a cyber giant full of power. I am simply me.