....how can I even really begin to relate the deluge of malaise that overtakes me? Could I gripe about isolation? I guess so, but then again, see: LiveJournal Entry, Every Other in This String
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Your interpretation of your own life (though the only one that really matters) is definitely skewed. This is not to say that anything you have written here sounds pleasant. It most certainly does not. But when I read things like, "there was never time to consider being 'without' or wondering what it would like to be in love or even be loved. Because it was plentiful, ubiquitous, prolific", I want to leap through the screen and punch you in the head
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Throw it all away. The happiest I have ever been was when I first moved to Colorado. I pared down all my worldly possessions until they all fit in a Ford Fiesta. That wasn't the sole, or even primary, cause of my happiness, but I think it helped and it damn sure didn't hurt.
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I miss you, Prof - and do so hope that this same 'big-picture-ness' is somehow guiding you in these moments.
But I have my doubts, Oh Great Master. ;-)
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