It just came back to me, one of my professors told me (while i was back in Essex), that only lonely people write. I'm writing about it now because it crossed my mind again....obviously. It's kind of funny, it was only like a year ago since I heard it and I still haven't found the answer to whether this is true or not.
I mean I kind of want to agree.. but at the same time I don't want to admit I'm lonely just because I write in here. That's the problem sometimes, I went through all my old entries and I noticed, I would write about things I could never normally bring up in a casual conversation. Maybe I like to write in here because no one else would listen? Technically that doesn't make me lonely...but it leaves me alone. Sometimes most people don't share the same interests, if I talked about everything I wanted to I'd probably bore you to death with my sustainability and environment talk.
I don't know, I don't like to admit I'm a lonely person, but at the same time... I'm writing in here because I don't have anyone to talk to and it's not like I'm emo and I need someone to talk me out of cleaning out orange bottles. No I just need to talk to someone just to have a conversation, like I don't stop thinking about things and I love having conversation. It's just, I don't get enough of it. I always feel like I need some kind of mental stimulation without having to read hundreds of pages, without taking gratuitous amounts of drugs, or without entering in a state of inebriation. I'm the kind of person that prefers his fun... sober without effort.
Oh yeah but wait, this is college.
Friday, January 30, 2009
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I feel ya. I have conversations with myself ALL THE GODDAMN TIME and that act, in itself, makes me feel crazy. Especially when I'm trying to have a nice talk with someone else.
ReplyDeleteI don't think lonely people/writers are as sad or depressed as most think--some are just hermits in their own head and/or would rather reserve their words for someone they feel cares genuinely about what they're saying. It's not a handicap or social retardation--just a preference.
Like cleaning out orange bottles.