Consistent Random Thought. So consistent, it can't be considered random anymore.
I’m struggling so much with the whole “I don’t owe anyone my story” and the fact that I don’t want to be a liar, I’m not good at it even if I want to be -it’s been 20+ years …really, nothing. Anyway, I don’t want to be a liar, and I really am not skilled at summarising or minimising details enough to provide a satisfactory shallow version of anything. I somehow always leave a great, wide loophole for further questions. It’s quite the burden right now.
I’m meeting new people and I’m still, without even trying, on that #NoNewFriends steez, but I still have to maintain some sort of social presence, this involves other humans. Other humans with stories that make up their characters. Stories they share with me, which in turn fairly requires likewise reciprocation from me… which just… mhm. Well, the struggle is real. Bleh.
I’m not sure how to deal with this. I’m not sure it’s something I should be concerned about. I know my story, the people in my circle know my story and those who are loyal are still here -my #DayOnes my #RideOrDies. I’m digressing …I just made up a word #Thugging. Aeh. Back to the main feature: I’m not even sure this struggle should even be a struggle, or should even be prioritised. If it isn’t though, will I really be able to #LiveALifeWorthy?
This is what happens after pretty much every interaction with new people. Maybe I should just give in to my inner recluse… Just a thought. A strangely appealing thought. Oih…