Love and distance

 Reader alert! If you care about me, you'll know to keep yo distance.


I keep most people at a healthy distance. And by that I mean like, I don't ever want to spend consecutive days with the same goddamn person ever. If we've met like 3 times so far this week, you can be sure I don't want to see your face unless it's far, far into next week.

I learnt a lot about extroversy in my formative years. That it describes people who gain energy by being around other people. That it describes people who are loud and talk about random unimportant things. That it describes people who are successful.

That's right. Society has deemed it appropriate to categorize people, and do some data analysis on what kind of people are most likely to be successful, and then tell you to go be social. I guess society's root word is social, so it makes sense that it is in society's best interest to propagate social interactions. Also, society thrives by commerce, hence coca cola. Society also thrives by having humans procreate, hence advertisement about happy families. Society is making us do shit, so this civilization continues.

I want to be successful. And as taxing as it is to figure people out and do things with them, I tank through that so that I can have the last couple of waking hours talking to myself. Is it that bad that I think I can be my own best friend?

Conversations generally go like this: You have an eating problem. Let's discuss what you mean by problem. Also, how do we fix this. Dieting. Quitting seamless account. You have a technology problem. Too reliant on useless tech, and ignorant of other useless tech. Let's fix that. Time to find out what millennials are talking about. You're not relevant. What are you talking about, I'm still living on this planet.

I'm great at peaking my own interest.

That's mostly it though. I love fixing myself. Gotten good at it. So much so that when the distance is closed between people and me, I start fixing them. It's like there's this circle of shit-fixing that exists around me in a spatial-distance continuum. I look for their problems and I want to fix them right up. Leaves very little space for love, huh? I need to let that go.

Time to fix my extroversy problem.

In other news, I'm loving humans this week. I'm breathing a lot easier among people. I hope this keeps going.

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2/25/19 6:18 AM

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