F.V.

One of the strangest feelings I've ever experienced came to me today. It was essentially that I realise whilst I don't hate a lot of the people I know, I don't exactly like them either. It was one of those strange irreverent things that just appeared on the screen in my mind, without any forewarning.
Knowing a lot of people can be really good in terms of giving you more of a purpose and security, as it can anchor you down and stop you from feeling adrift. What occurred to me though was that, what if this anchor took place without any sort of regard for what you are actually being anchored to. It's one of those things that until now I'd always taken for being reliable, and I suppose as well society's expectations for me not to feel indifferent towards them managed to keep this behind a closed door; that is, until now.
Cutting this tie certainly makes you feel alone and in a way that's why people persevere with faulty relationships. Additionally, in ridding yourself of the notion of importance, you also abandon all past feelings on the matter. As easy as it is to say you can retain fond memories of someone whilst still liking them, I find that to seldom be the case.

Don't let stereotypes tell you how to feel and act towards certain people, because if you listen you'll just be living a lie. I find that this helps explain the drifting feeling.

T.A.C.

"When you find yourself alone, try and cross that road without looking what's coming. When you make it to the other side, you'll feel better for it, & if you don't make it, it won't even matter".

B.A.

Recently another fruitless and damaging thing on my agenda has been pointless speculation. Trying to ascertain what other people are thinking, what they and I will do, and what will happen as a result of all of this.
I really hate how this occurs, because it becomes an obsession of mine, and almost universally that train of thought only ever leads down the road of the worst case scenario. The reason I so despise this is because it literally accomplishes nothing. Even when I do have a worthwhile thought it tends be between a choice that will have no real relevance on my life, yet I find myself unnecessarily indulged in it. My point is that I wish I could spend more time actually trying to fix the things I worry about rather than doing just that. It's an odd conundrum to face and it's so frustrating that I can't put it to bed.

G&T

"Just because one is closer does not mean that one is anywhere near".