I
ilios
Guest
Hello again.
I have been without internet for quite some time and during my absence here i have experienced new encounters in the real world and thoughts i feel like sharing.
Im an avid illegal club visitor and i do enjoy it, but usually when im there i feel empty and weird and cant really put my finger on why. Im not really what you would call a "true outsider" because seemingly im always with the crowd, always someone talking to me, but i would consider myself to be an outsider. Not because of physical loneliness but mental, even in conversations i can feel left out and alone.
Back to the illegal club, i mentioned it because i honestly get a lot of thinking done when im at clubs, usually when i dance. This last time felt different though, I was listening to people having conversations in the smoking area and realised that one part of my lonelyness is because i generally don't have a lot in common with people, atleast nothing they ever show me. I stood there and listened to the guys discuss the drugs they had taken that night and the girls discussing cute boys and themselves and a part of me woke up, and thought to itself; this is nothing i WANT to talk about.
I have come to terms with my "social problems" and I have realised that in general i dont like many people, i find them dull and that their lives are clouded with a purpose that i cant relate to. I have also thought about the fact that im always finding "faults" in people, and i often find myself watching and analyzing every flaw of them that i despise almost with an obsession. I seem to find other people disgusting, i can watch parts of people considered to be beautiful and graceful and find it to look like a really bad piece of art hung in a lovely frame.
Maybe i am harsh in my words, but there is no other ways of expressing how i feel so please excuse me.
Well. so. yeah. theese last couple of days i have read about three books, one of them was sartres "the wall" and it made me think of his book "nausea" that he wrote (i think the swedish title is better, it translates to "disgust") and how he described the feeling towards the other ones, the mass and how they all disgusted him and how he himself disgusted him.
I guess you could say that it inspired me somehow, maybe because i could relate to it.
Im rambling, i can tell because i cant really remember what i have written and i havent slept at all this night so excuse me, i think i have a point somewhere but i guess its hidden, like in poetry.
I think that what i am trying to say is that, maybe there isnt something wrong with myself, but with the other people? Is it really my fault for not wanting to discuss trivialities such as drugs, hair and what to wear? is it really that wrong for feeling a need for a conversation with substance?
I think not.
Ill leave you with a quote that haunts me til today:
“Wise men speak because they have something to say;
Fools because they have to say something.”
I have been without internet for quite some time and during my absence here i have experienced new encounters in the real world and thoughts i feel like sharing.
Im an avid illegal club visitor and i do enjoy it, but usually when im there i feel empty and weird and cant really put my finger on why. Im not really what you would call a "true outsider" because seemingly im always with the crowd, always someone talking to me, but i would consider myself to be an outsider. Not because of physical loneliness but mental, even in conversations i can feel left out and alone.
Back to the illegal club, i mentioned it because i honestly get a lot of thinking done when im at clubs, usually when i dance. This last time felt different though, I was listening to people having conversations in the smoking area and realised that one part of my lonelyness is because i generally don't have a lot in common with people, atleast nothing they ever show me. I stood there and listened to the guys discuss the drugs they had taken that night and the girls discussing cute boys and themselves and a part of me woke up, and thought to itself; this is nothing i WANT to talk about.
I have come to terms with my "social problems" and I have realised that in general i dont like many people, i find them dull and that their lives are clouded with a purpose that i cant relate to. I have also thought about the fact that im always finding "faults" in people, and i often find myself watching and analyzing every flaw of them that i despise almost with an obsession. I seem to find other people disgusting, i can watch parts of people considered to be beautiful and graceful and find it to look like a really bad piece of art hung in a lovely frame.
Maybe i am harsh in my words, but there is no other ways of expressing how i feel so please excuse me.
Well. so. yeah. theese last couple of days i have read about three books, one of them was sartres "the wall" and it made me think of his book "nausea" that he wrote (i think the swedish title is better, it translates to "disgust") and how he described the feeling towards the other ones, the mass and how they all disgusted him and how he himself disgusted him.
I guess you could say that it inspired me somehow, maybe because i could relate to it.
Im rambling, i can tell because i cant really remember what i have written and i havent slept at all this night so excuse me, i think i have a point somewhere but i guess its hidden, like in poetry.
I think that what i am trying to say is that, maybe there isnt something wrong with myself, but with the other people? Is it really my fault for not wanting to discuss trivialities such as drugs, hair and what to wear? is it really that wrong for feeling a need for a conversation with substance?
I think not.
Ill leave you with a quote that haunts me til today:
“Wise men speak because they have something to say;
Fools because they have to say something.”