Aging, or something
The rate that I'm enjoying authors over real people is alarming
I'm caring less over socializing and more and more over the lamenting (or occasionally hopeful outpouring) of a (usually) dead guy that did the same thing 100+ years ago that i'm doing now; poring over old pages and starting to really not like the world for what it is.
I'm on a straight road to hermit-dom
Also, Sartre was a drunk, egotistical horny rambling old man that was famous for throwing in big words when he knew he was wrong. I just thought i'd throw that out there.
I'm caring less over socializing and more and more over the lamenting (or occasionally hopeful outpouring) of a (usually) dead guy that did the same thing 100+ years ago that i'm doing now; poring over old pages and starting to really not like the world for what it is.
I'm on a straight road to hermit-dom
Also, Sartre was a drunk, egotistical horny rambling old man that was famous for throwing in big words when he knew he was wrong. I just thought i'd throw that out there.