The bus broke down tonight. It was either an hour's wait for the replacement bus to arrive or a walk home in Silent Hill style fog. There's a forest path along my route that I see every day on my way home; I almost wanted to take it tonight. Common sense won over; you'll be raped, you'll be murdered, some masked guy with a machete will drag you away and you'll never be seen again...
Sometimes life just seems like a circle train track, running the same, monotonous routine, every day. I've lived in two small towns since I first noticed this feeling in a major metropolis, and even now, I never deviate from my 'track'. I think it's because of fear, but half the time, I'm not even sure what of.
I wanted to talk to someone, but aside from my desk plant, my options were limited. So yeah. I've named it Frida, by the way.
Not sure how this forum goes. Most places (Everywhere) online, no one really 'converses' in forums. Most topics are questions requiring 'one liner' responses. People drop a comment and then never respond again. I'd say it's just me, but that sounds a little narcissistic. I think it's sad, though. The net was supposed to be a way to communicate and connect with other people in this big, empty world of ours. But then, I always tend to miss the point, so maybe the internet isn't supposed to be more than just a vast, empty space filled with advertisements and emoticons and pointless text. One tends to get pessimistic when faced with disappointment for long enough.
or maybe that's insanity, right? Trying the same thing over and over and hoping something different will happen.. but what the hell. I figure the day I don't care to try again is the day I will have lost hope.
Sometimes life just seems like a circle train track, running the same, monotonous routine, every day. I've lived in two small towns since I first noticed this feeling in a major metropolis, and even now, I never deviate from my 'track'. I think it's because of fear, but half the time, I'm not even sure what of.
I wanted to talk to someone, but aside from my desk plant, my options were limited. So yeah. I've named it Frida, by the way.
Not sure how this forum goes. Most places (Everywhere) online, no one really 'converses' in forums. Most topics are questions requiring 'one liner' responses. People drop a comment and then never respond again. I'd say it's just me, but that sounds a little narcissistic. I think it's sad, though. The net was supposed to be a way to communicate and connect with other people in this big, empty world of ours. But then, I always tend to miss the point, so maybe the internet isn't supposed to be more than just a vast, empty space filled with advertisements and emoticons and pointless text. One tends to get pessimistic when faced with disappointment for long enough.
or maybe that's insanity, right? Trying the same thing over and over and hoping something different will happen.. but what the hell. I figure the day I don't care to try again is the day I will have lost hope.