It’s difficult to know where you fit and how to navigate the world when seemingly nobody has the capacity to fulfil even the simplest, bare minimum, basic requirements to hold space and time in your life.
Sometimes having and upholding high standards is incredibly exhausting and awfully lonely; especially when personally you don’t see your standards as unachievable or unreasonable.
Everybody is so damn unattractive and getting the ick is so easy when talking to somebody is like drawing blood from a stone, or banging your head against a wall, or spoon feeding a toddler that’s only half keen on the meal.
It’s as if society feels entitled to interaction, to intimacy, to connection — therefore nobody is willing to put even a smidgen of effort in, because it should just fall into your lap because you want it, right?
There’s so much I have to say about this but my fingers can’t keep up with my brain so I’ll just leave it there for now.
A vent for the void.
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