Loneliness before social networking, smartphones, and other mediums that make it easy for us all to connect - I’m trying to remember how it feels. Whether it is more painful to be a spectator or to not be present at all.
I remember a certain kind I always felt walking up to the chapel, past the side stairs to the basement or past the accessibility ramp in the summertime. That to me was much worse. Or maybe that was different. Not sure.
All I see are four walls and a door.
I want to be someone’s random phone call.
But I am afraid I may not be good enough to be a vet. I feel like I am inadequate in many things, and although I normally try to work past that thought, I am really feeling it right now.
Does that sound like a pirate who just stubbed their toe?
(Everyone needs to let out a nice long yell at some point..)
Heavy words are not meant for casual conversation. Or at least that is how I feel.
Falling into sleep.
Let’s forget the snow for now,
And dream of more time.
Haven’t done one of these in a while. I went through my blog’s archive and I feel like the way I blog has changed a lot.
Dear friends, acquaintances, and strangers:
(There are always people out there who enjoy seeing random people smile. Like me! It GMH.)
It really bothers me how personal feelings can get in the way of my ability to study.