Jan 15, 2013 11:02
I am lonely.
There, I said it. Asking for help is not something I do often, or well. And yet, when I do choose to reveal my inner pain I feel more persecuted than comforted. Maybe this is why the boy never cries wolf.
Often I need that physical contact, the closeness, the intimacy, and yet it is not forthcoming. Even when it could be, I find myself unwilling or unable to ask. This could be said of emotional closeness as well. In both cases I sit on my island with only a cat to be my volleyball.
I care very deeply for ideas, and yet, even with the ideas I find most dear, their implementations often frustrate or annoy me. It is difficult for me to get to know new people because even if we like the same idea, I often get caught up in what I dislike about the idea, than what I actually like.
All I need is reciprocity. I want to find some people who can care about things I care about, and be committed to them. I want to do activities with people who are not constantly texting. I want to someday write a collection of paragraphs that dont sound like a whiny little douchebag.
Clearly I am asking for too much.