"You are beautiful, but you don't mean a thing to me"

[frustratedideal]

Everything feels wrong. Not in an immediate, scared panic, but in a slow, dawning realisation. A time for transition, to correct the meaninglessness. Something...something to make Montréal feel like home or to leave it behind. Detachment from everything, except the things that are unhealthy to be attached to. Distance only adds to insecurity.

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[lotus_watcher]

When it comes down to the wire, remember that you can't define yourself by your relationships with others. I've lived in many places, and even today, I still don't have any meaningful relationships here in Calgary. I've had to come to terms with the fact that finding those intimacies can't be my drive; I have to keep grinding that grindstone for my benefit. It gets lonely and it gets bleak, and as much as I hate to say it, you get toughened up a little and you make it through. I'm sorry I can't be of any help, Kitten.

[frustratedideal]

But what is the point of leading a lonely life? I think in capitalism we've become too focused on the individual, and are losing any sense of communitariansim--I really believe that one of the most important things that creates meaning in life is meaningful relationships with other people. When you grind the grindstone, are you really benefitting? You're saving money and surviving, srue, but do you find meaning in your work and your day to day existence? Because I don't have anything in my day to day existence that is meaningful...and I can't figure out how to change that.

(Also: you should come visit, because I miss you, or you should start coming online more often again, or something. Or maybe I'll hitchhike/rideshare to Calgary)

[lotus_watcher]

Wanna hear a shock? I bought cowboy boots for a character.

[frustratedideal]

AMAZING.

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