Always at a distance, no matter how close. As obvious as it seems, it will always be at a distance.
Talk and chances had and lost. They are now distant memories, or they should be anyway.
'Should does not apply' because it rhymes with 'would', and that's too hypothetical for idealists.
We want to see the world we know fall, and the one we dream of, flourish.
Dreams are so distant.
So real, but like ideas, they are distant.
Watching and waiting from afar. Watching and waiting for the next drink from the fucking bar.
Sunday, July 19, 2015
Monday, June 29, 2015
"Are you ok?" "No, and you?"
I don't like this question. More often than not the answer is, "yes, you?" Without even thinking of the implications of what we've just done. To be fair, the question itself was asked equally automatically so the person who started the brief exchange also doesn't realise what he's possibly done.
We are rarely actually concerned about how we feel as individuals. We don't have time to feel anything or to listen to how other people feel. And if we ask a person if they are ok and they say no, now what? Do we ask a follow-up? Or simply wait for them to elaborate. And what if they don't want to elaborate? Sometimes that is a really shit question to ask.
How am I after such a long pause from writing? Shit.
It is unfortunate that for two individuals who at a point years ago seemed perfect suddenly find that, for the sake of personal progress, they must be, slowly at first, and then suddenly torn apart limb from limb. Or at least that's how it feels.
In short, no I'm not ok. But nobody has time to sit down and be bothered with being honest about their feelings. Nobody really cares, do they?
That being said, I try to care. If I ask you how you are, I'm not doing it to fill the time. I would love to sit down and listen to whatever is bothering you because I know that at a point, most people who I will listen to will in turn listen to me if they ask the dreaded question.
Me. Me. Me. Always about me in the end.
Good morning, the interwebz.
(As a sidenote, I am going to attempt to start writing in this again in case anyone still cares about my rambling)
We are rarely actually concerned about how we feel as individuals. We don't have time to feel anything or to listen to how other people feel. And if we ask a person if they are ok and they say no, now what? Do we ask a follow-up? Or simply wait for them to elaborate. And what if they don't want to elaborate? Sometimes that is a really shit question to ask.
How am I after such a long pause from writing? Shit.
It is unfortunate that for two individuals who at a point years ago seemed perfect suddenly find that, for the sake of personal progress, they must be, slowly at first, and then suddenly torn apart limb from limb. Or at least that's how it feels.
In short, no I'm not ok. But nobody has time to sit down and be bothered with being honest about their feelings. Nobody really cares, do they?
That being said, I try to care. If I ask you how you are, I'm not doing it to fill the time. I would love to sit down and listen to whatever is bothering you because I know that at a point, most people who I will listen to will in turn listen to me if they ask the dreaded question.
Me. Me. Me. Always about me in the end.
Good morning, the interwebz.
(As a sidenote, I am going to attempt to start writing in this again in case anyone still cares about my rambling)
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