Someone on contract with me told me that I was "the most anit-social person I have ever met". Not that I haven't heard things similar to that in the past, but I thought I was doing okay here.
The question I pose is: Is it anti-social to avoid people who you can't stand, avoid meaningless banal conversation with people you don't like and only talk to people whom you feel actually have something worth while to say? If so, then I am anti-social.
I have never identified with many people anyway, he is actually one of the people I talk to here. Bleh.
For some reason the last few days it feels like I am dragging around my past and regrets. Feels like they are burning me up. Pointless instances of regret and past mistakes keep popping in my head at odd times. Regret is kicking the shit out of me right now.
"Often during these years of fury, hunger, and unrest, when he was trying to read all the books and know all the people, he would live for days, and even weeks in a world of such mad and savage concentration, such terrific energy, that time would pass by him incredibly, while he tried to eat and drink the earth, stare his way through walls of solid masonry into the secret lives of men, until he had made the substance of all life his own" -TW
The question I pose is: Is it anti-social to avoid people who you can't stand, avoid meaningless banal conversation with people you don't like and only talk to people whom you feel actually have something worth while to say? If so, then I am anti-social.
I have never identified with many people anyway, he is actually one of the people I talk to here. Bleh.
For some reason the last few days it feels like I am dragging around my past and regrets. Feels like they are burning me up. Pointless instances of regret and past mistakes keep popping in my head at odd times. Regret is kicking the shit out of me right now.
"Often during these years of fury, hunger, and unrest, when he was trying to read all the books and know all the people, he would live for days, and even weeks in a world of such mad and savage concentration, such terrific energy, that time would pass by him incredibly, while he tried to eat and drink the earth, stare his way through walls of solid masonry into the secret lives of men, until he had made the substance of all life his own" -TW