Sometimes you should sleep before you let your mind race and give yourself anxiety…
Who gives a shit..
Solidarity. A word I know too well. I think back on people that easily came and went into my life, people that are quick to adapt and replace the next person that they haven’t even met yet. Is humanity so apathetic to the wants and needs of others that they’re quick to throw away past lovers, friendships, family, all for the instant gratification of what they feel is happiness. Just so they can live their lives thinking they’re “stress free” or are “ridding themselves of bad people”. Is that what human nature is? the inevitable segregation from people that give you no instant gratification in order to sustain self? Memories, conversation, even an attempt at making amends, are those actions and ideas so archaic that now we base our social statuses with Facebook statuses? Has the attention span of a person become so short that if someone is not readily available to go “grab a drink” or might be introversive enough to not really have the means of being able to reach out but would still like to be embraced by the company of others - that the person in question becomes questionable and then is seen as just another face rather then friend. There was a time where I felt that I had a fair amount of friends. Ones that invited me to functions, wanted to enjoy my company, understood that I’m not the most outgoing but ultimately it didn’t matter because they still wanted me around and ones that didn’t care about how I perceived the world or people but generally wanted the best for me and would try to guide me through whatever mental instability I would be going through. The unfortunate piece to this is that ultimately the introvert feels they’ve become just another face in the crowd - no more special then the average faceless person that you see in passing. Does a persons change in interests justify breaking a bond? Does it justify distancing yourself to preserve your desire for instant gratification to ultimately “give up” on someone you considered a brother. If I’ve ever came in contact with you and willingly shared a joke, had a conversation or enjoyed your company, I have now created a positive memory for the rest of my life the unfortunate twist to this is that as I get older, I notice that those memories are rarely mutual and are easily tossed into the far regions of memory. All because they don’t serve the instant gratification quota, but hey if it weren’t for introversion, solidarity and self doubt, there wouldn’t be this elongated rant to read.
"You come into this world, with nothing but yourself. You leave this world, with nothing but yourself."