After spending yet another 3 hours feverishly clicking link after link, or, if I'm feeling particularly holy, after spending countless hours watching one BS show/movie after another, or, if feeling even holier yet, spending innumerable hours reading some useless garbage or another, I've never stopped to really think, why?
What am I hiding from? What is so terrifying, so mind numbingly fearsome, that if I were able to read while taking a leak, I'd do that too??
What would happen if (g-d forbid) after coming home, I'd do nothing, and I'd be (gasp) a little bored maybe? But without this crushing compulsion to waste my time?
Would it be the end of the world if when my wife wants to talk to me about my/her day, I'd be able to be 100% present to show her I love her and care about her? And not be constantly on edge because this is not an efficient way of being totally brain dead?
I've never given much thought to you, even more so to understanding you, and definitely not to communicating with you, so pardon me if I'm wrong, but, is that loneliness? A empty, black, devastatingly bleak, barren sense of fathomless loneliness?? Why??? What are you missing?
Why do I feel like you are defiantly and (laughably) proudly wiping your snot and tears, and, even though you are so so young, giving me an unsettling feeling of danger if I don't bug the hell off?
Am I committably schizo? Did I make this all up in a sad attempt to sound current?
I don't know. I'm lost and confused.
I'm curious, is anyone here running? If yes and your comfortable, can you share what you're running from? (Not to be confused with running to...)