i think i may be waiting on something, but i’m not sure because the anxious life is a permanent waiting room.
dream “me” gets all the action. that’s the biggest difference between him and me.
some small semblance of interpersonal normalcy would be nice. like, say, a friend, a significant other, some someone. open yet comfortable. vulnerable yet confident. to cease to be constantly on edge despite existing only on the fringes of things. to, yes, “connect.” a simple validation that alleviates tangential social pressures.
there’s a difference between lone wolf and alone. it was a mistake to cultivate the former tendency even if it was a defensive reaction to being shy. independence is fine but now look. insecurity reigns. epically, tragically socially maladjusted. so close to competency yet. crucial missing pieces abound. and it is this that i’m supposed to be selling.
also: consider my ask box permanently open.
well this is the most depressed i’ve felt in a while.
let’s try something new.
what if i started only posting text? blogging rather than mostly reblogging? creation over “curation”?
why don’t i write?
Such a great Quora thread about the possibility (or impossibility) of time travel.