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don’t ever ask me what i’m doing the answer is always gonna be either obsession, yearning, or loathing (usually of myself)
life is just taking the train at night and dancing in your kitchen. that's really all there is to it.
Some people don't realize the way they treat others and what they do to them can leave them with so much trauma and insecurities and overthinking. Care about others
Maybe I didn’t need someone else to define me, but oh, I still wanted it. How vacuous was I? How empty was I that I needed a border drawn by someone else to tell me who I was? It didn’t even matter whether the person was real, a lover, a new friend, or even a dog. The person could even be imaginary, like the fancy people I saw on the street, who were not themselves imaginary, but became whatever it was I projected onto them. Seeing myself through the eyes of a projection, however uncomfortable the judgement, made me feel safe in a strange way. It was like a box in which to live: a boundary against the greater nothingness.
This is why the Greeks needed myth: for that boundary, to know where they stood amidst the infinite. No one can simple coexist with the ocean, storms, the cypress trees. They had to codify the elements with language and greater meaning, and create gods out of them—gods who looked suspiciously like themselves—so that even if they were powerless over nature, there were better versions of them in control.
I laughed a lot, but I felt empty, I talked to a lot of people, but still, empty, I went out to enjoy everything around me, still empty. I feel like that I didn't get a real life, real conversations, a real people, real friends. Oh, maybe I'm just get bored.