I’m going to go quiet for a bit.

You know, It occurs to me that nobody really wants to hear some of the things I want to say. I worder really hard on my last post. and nobody read it. And after all, what kind of strange notion of self-importance is it that I feel obligated to comment on various issues? And most of all, I find myself feeling so alienated from the world in general. People are such strange creatures. I almost find myself trying to tell you that you don’t understand me. hah. Of course not. But I understand you. More than you will ever know. You are not supposed to understand people like me. Nor are you expected to. Why here? Why on some strange thing called a ‘blog’? After all, that means what you hear must be of less value, right?

Heavens above, how should I know? I’m tired. A kind of weariness you will never know.  Round, and round the wheels turn. Oh, where are we going? Where does it lead? What madness compells us onwards on this fateful journey? In this vicous circle of live and death!? Speaking of which, I have a strange habbit of considering an option and fast forward to its inevitable conclusion. And what will It get me? Just like how spending money on a chocolate bar is wasted,it is a simple pleasure that does not last. I hate that I don’t care for the world. This indifference. others seem so infatuated with it. It’s always been like that. Though that would be my “autism”, as society has seen it fit to categorise my kin as being defective. Nay, rather your world has turned to madness. In a different time we would thrive. And in the end you forget that it is a set of characteristics that someone decided were ‘undesirable’, according to whatever agendas they had. After all, there are groups who shape public opinion and their tactics are utterly useless on us. I guess that might miff them a little. Or a lot. But my goodness, I can’t keep going on like this. I have tears hiding behind my eyes at all times. And I just want to cry. Cry until my eyes go red. And have someone hug me and tell me everything is going to be alright. Though It will never happen.

After all, I’m not feeble and small anymore. Though I think my mind still feels that way. Oh, and I’ve gotten hooked on  a game as well. That is the main reason. (Dark souls 2). yay for steam sale.


5 thoughts on “I’m going to go quiet for a bit.

  1. Please care for us all. You must get outside yourself and love fellow humans for all of their stupid, sad, and even repugnant frailties. We need every bit of heart which means YOURS Sage!

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    1. I would like to. I really, really would. But how can I do that when I’m in such a fragile state? Maybe I should start writing what’s really on my mind, rather than what I think I’m supposed to be doing.
      Thank you for those kind words, Bonsai.

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      1. You were are one of my first WO buds (speaking from my side anyway) so I keep a lookout for you. And I read through the superficial BS if your posts understanding that there is something else going on. Gosh I’m a mom of four adult children…so I’m on guard. It’s what I do. I’d like to read more about what’s going on exactly. Getting it out creatively is a good thing.

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  2. Well. You caught me red-handed. Now I’m in tears and to be honest I’m glad. I guess you meant to so of rather than If, right? And Have I really been writing such nonense? Yeah. Probably. Gosh, What am I doing here? What are we all doing on the internet? Why is real life so inadequate?
    It’s funny, isn’t it? You and I would never have met in the ‘real world’. But here?
    What a funny little thing it is.


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