Why?

Feb 08, 2009 01:22

Now, I made a liveJOURNAL with the pretense that I wouldn't write stereotypical things on it. But, as it goes, it seems that I have. This probably isn't any different.

I'm starting to question, perhaps more deeply, the forces of the universe--karma, fate, the Nietzschian concept of eternal return, but that's neither here nor there. What I'm getting at, I think, is that I try to be as kind to everyone I meet as I can; I hope my sense of humor hasn't clouded that fact. Yet, it seems that the world and a lot of people in it continue to shit on me. I never get a break. Never. It seems to me that a lot of people have it all figured out--the talent, the relationships, the independence--when, in the end, it has all eluded me.

I'm probably more sensitive than it seems. I'm definitely the most sensitive person I know. It's funny when you realize that the shortcut you've taken has lead you to the middle of nowhere--you're known as a concept being there, as the guy crazy enough to live out there all alone, rather than intimately, face to face, a staple of another's life. Maybe I have more in common with Amelia Earhart than I thought.
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