Lately I've been wondering why the only people who want to hang out with me are a) more boring than me or b) hooked up with someone else.
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I thought moving to the city would improve my social life, but I guess there's more to it than just being surrounded by millions of people. I'm as much a misfit here as I was in the woods. The biggest difference is, I hear traffic at night instead of frogs.
When it rained in the woods I liked to get lost in misty draws and crawl into the dry places under logs.
That's not a very good way to meet people.
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I thought moving to the city would improve my social life, but I guess there's more to it than just being surrounded by millions of people. I'm as much a misfit here as I was in the woods. The biggest difference is, I hear traffic at night instead of frogs.
When it rained in the woods I liked to get lost in misty draws and crawl into the dry places under logs.
That's not a very good way to meet people.
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Versimilitude in regards to what, by the way..?
I've always made the best of being a hermit, but it seems like, just as if I was a postal clerk or town drunkard, when I want to try something different the transition is at best temporary. It just seems weird walking past crowds of happy people and having no desire to talk to them.
There's a fine line between being a hermit and being a snooty elitist, it seems to me.
But maybe what I really need to do is learn to be satisfied with life as it is. Seems unamerican though.
[Edited on Feb 19, 2005 6:26PM]