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I hate you... OK, I only probably hate you. I'm a terrible music and movie snob, a beer snob, an opinion snob I guess would be a better term. Is that just a defense mechanism to keep everyone away? Do I choose only people who will push me or I will push away so I never have to let anyone in? What the fuck is up with me? I want so much to be open, but it always ends in sadness. At this point I can only point the finger at myself. This is not to make some imaginary person respond and say something that will somehow make me realize what is actually going on. No this is me shouting into the ether or pissing in the wind if you prefer, but i just need to make these thoughts come out of my head before they swirl around their cage for one more minute. When they are real out and in the world, i have to look at how silly i sound and how true these complaints are or aren't. So this is where i can write, so facebook doesn't carry all my drivel to the masses of people who acquaint themselves with me for no other reason than to say that they have one more "friend" via electronic detachment. Thats my rambling for now, when my brain shouts more, i will type more. This felt cathartic. Thank you for not listening, void.
Sincerely,
James
I hate you... OK, I only probably hate you. I'm a terrible music and movie snob, a beer snob, an opinion snob I guess would be a better term. Is that just a defense mechanism to keep everyone away? Do I choose only people who will push me or I will push away so I never have to let anyone in? What the fuck is up with me? I want so much to be open, but it always ends in sadness. At this point I can only point the finger at myself. This is not to make some imaginary person respond and say something that will somehow make me realize what is actually going on. No this is me shouting into the ether or pissing in the wind if you prefer, but i just need to make these thoughts come out of my head before they swirl around their cage for one more minute. When they are real out and in the world, i have to look at how silly i sound and how true these complaints are or aren't. So this is where i can write, so facebook doesn't carry all my drivel to the masses of people who acquaint themselves with me for no other reason than to say that they have one more "friend" via electronic detachment. Thats my rambling for now, when my brain shouts more, i will type more. This felt cathartic. Thank you for not listening, void.
Sincerely,
James
Sincerely,
James