I do not think I am much of a talker. There are times, like now, where I hardly feel like saying anything: no desire to update, vent, relate, just like a man in his Martian cave does.
In some ways I am a loner because I have my ultimate defences up, and like someone swimming underwater, I only release words like my breath in slow interrupted streams of bubbles. I make it to the end of the lap without coming above water.
In times like this I might still have energy to write as I do now. It requires less energy, it gives me more privacy, and I do not need to bulldoze my way across. No one will say I am shouting or being rude, and there will be no cutting in by any party of a conversation.
I like conversation. But I miss my old conversation partner and one of my best friends. Steps change, but dreams do not have to. It is one thing to share dreams to inspire someone, it is another share them and be understood.
was it last year or the year before, you commented that a particular art book was really good. i kinda flipped through and came up with this.. if it is, i hope its a remedy perhaps? so now it might help alleviate your unhappiness?
ReplyDeleteif somebody is deliberately unpleasant to me, i employ the ultimate private put down i visualize them as they probably looked a million years ago. a scenario where its difficult to distinguish whether they're chimp or homan, here they tend to shamble on two legs or amble on all fours, when their anus is as prominently exposed as their nose. they look faintly familiar and smell rather strong. i have a private smile and exit as soon as possible.
Thanks girls. =)
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