I have reached a pivotal point of my life. Now I think densely if existence of people I can accommodate myself with is chanced.
People with stable minds
People with interpretational skills
People with cackle-less sense of humour
People with sense of relevance
People ethically knowledge-d
People with intelligible disposition
People I can relate to.
People I can talk to.
I need a break. Mean-fully horrifying pouring of personae non gratae has drenched me with suffocation leading to introversion. And yet everyone complains about my self-inflicted home stays. Library is the only place where I can sit peacefully for hours because the good rule is silence and books are compatible.
Books are silent speakers and deliberate givers. Without books my life would be breathless. I believe if I have books around me, I can never be lonely. They understand me and the feeling is mutual. They are heartless mindful sound deprived creatures.
I have been going through the torment of searching populace to relate my relevance to or with but all my efforts have gone in drain because people who match my current mental capacity have expired.
Now in order with avoidance of donnybrook-ed conflictions of social interaction, I try to get along with four different age groups. Group of teens, group of thirty year old, group of forty slot and bunch of fifty. Now, what I should say that can explain my bewilderment in one phrase…here it is…accidents of birth.
Explainable in Laymen’s terms, the teens indulge in alienated prattle dwelled in limbo; thirty year olds stuck in tentacles of teenage brains; forty year olds in denial of juvenile wisdom; fifty year olds involuntarily sunk in descant of family and offspring melodrama lacking music of life.
These are the only physical options plated to me by the power of universe. Therefore, I snuggled my head in writing and slept with books for pleasure of uncanny.
I mean no offense to people belonging to any age. As I explained it’s accident of birth for all of us and no one can help it not even me being at vantage point.
Yes, yes, and yes. If it were not for the solace found in the words of great thinkers, I would rarely smile or feel that rare euphoria that comes with intellectual connections. I'd rather be lonely than go insane trying be understood. I try to the point of anger to show that they see only shadows. I'm labeled crazy by friends and family. Even scoffed at as a recluse. However, maybe they cannot handle knowing. I am envious of their bliss, yet pleased with my burden. What purpose does the rare flower serve growing in the valley of ignorance and collectivism?
The important thing, my friend: be YOU. As hard as it may be (considering I've never been where you live), be yourself, do not hide yourself from others. I recently here told a friend that I opted out of a lot of my old associations because they were driving me mad with irrelevant drama. Thankfully, that has died down some, and I can be around some of them again.
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We are all here for a reason…you can find my blog on here: http://tgfabthunderbird.blogspot.com/
All the best!
TG
Yes Matt, I will cling. There were some clever people but as I mentioned, they expired. I was late or may be it was a joke played by the span of life.
xkcd.com is good 🙂
My dear, I feel you have come face to face with Sturgeon's Revelation:
"90% of Everything is Crap."
This was originally a statement purporting to justify Science Fiction as art, but it has come to be applied, successfully, to a lot of things. Unfortunately, this includes people.
And since the internet is really, really big, and full of even more people than you could meet in a day, that fraction becomes a gaping maw of idiocy.
But, dare not fret. For you see, there are clever people out there. And if you can find them, you must cling to them! Don't let them go, because they are rare. And with them, you can find that branch of intellectualism that the internet sorely needs.
Case in Point: May I recommend to you xkcd.com?