Really has been a Solitary Saturday. Spent all but 3 hours of it inside my apartment, mostly working on music. The song I wrote Wednesday has commanded a large chunk of my free time (which is fine, since I have a large chunk of it). The problem with spending so much solitary time is that I’m inside my own head and end up talking to myself. Even when I was at the cafe this evening, I just didn’t want to be with those folks, so I couldn’t catch a wave on any conversation that happened. I mean, I have stuff to say, but it’s not anything I think anyone would want to hear. I could express myself on FB, but nobody wants to see those posts. I could try IRC, but nobody’s on anymore. I really don’t want to express myself here, because it’s a blog, and blogs are stereotypically full of emo ranting, and I’m trying to not be stereotypical with my blog, but but but.
Yeah, save it for a paid therapist. Nobody else cares. Got it.
Things are great, and everything is fine. Thanks.
Bitch away, buddy. I’m ok with reading your emo shit anytime.
Thanks, hon.
You just did the classic FB bait & switch. I’m so sad and really upset but I don’t want to talk about it. Come on. You’ve let it out on here for so long why stop now. It’s your place right.
A problem with posting here is that it’s regretably public. It’s embarrassing to read these moments where I was too sincere. A shallow aloofness is valued in this culture, which is another reason I clam as much as I do.