by Nick » Tue Oct 07, 2008 6:44 am
I'm definitely starting to feel as if, I don't belong here... My mindset is constantly shifting, either avoidant, schizoid, or narcissistic, yet generally, I find myself accepting that, I will not be entering into any close relationships: out of both fear, and compassion (for it's easy to see how we punish those we care about, at least I do)
No I wouldn't like to spend my life locked in a dark cage all by myself, that sense of "alone" is not the one I seek.
I don't think I'd mind being the only human left on Earth, I think after a short while you'd come to terms that you are the only one, and there doesn't need to be a concept of "alone" anymore.
When are we ever alone? On a delicate web we tread, closely linked with everyone around, even if it isn't obvious. I have a few friends...and they can usually silence the nagging boredom for a little while. This is all I hope for in my lifetime
As for sleeping alone, dwelling alone, draining sexual drives alone (If only it was as easy to soothe my hunger by rubbing my belly), I hardly think I need companionship for these basic parts of my life. And I don't want it either. I'm not worth someone else's effort, and that doesn't need to be a sad thing anymore, I can see it clearly now: if I don't want it or need it, and I am not worth it, there is no point in me not being alone.
I want to live, a short life, and I don't want to hurt anymore people or animals (at least, want to hurt as least as possible)
by simply attaching them to my tragedian life I associate them with the unappealing truths of my future, and that is something I am NOT interested in.
I don't live in reality, right now I rent a place in easy to accept delusions, circular logic and distorted perceptions. I can't know what's right or wrong anymore, because I no longer even believe those terms exist. What I hope for, is that by carrying on this avoidant life, I can have my length on life's stage and be gone from it, with as little part played as possible.
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