Why I prefer injury to disease
~detritus
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~bartender, a beeer... *hiccup*
So you know, I've been looking at the world through a screen, but
yesterday I smoked a bit of weed, after god knows how long, and
went to my favorite place for that, where I can see the distance
and feel more or less... um, connected, with reality. Or is it the
weed?
I am reminded of my youth, and how I used to spend so much of my
time on the streets, get to know a lot of people, and in a way,
manage to get a great many things by virtue of being everywhere...
Now at an older age I am afraid of people. That's an overstatement,
I am not afraid of people, but I absolutely SCUK at social
intercourse. And I isolate myself here at home. Particularly since
I came to live in a place where I am unfamiliar with everybody,
where I haven't really met any like-minded individual... and then I
think... but I used to get along pretty well with the working
people... Did I?
Hell I don't know. I wanted to lighten the mood but ended up
talking about myself. Honestly, I just wanted to put that title out
there, as a sort of *parody* of recent activity.
I also wanted to go cavalier on the keyboard just for one day
because I'm not going to touch the computer next week....
hopefully!