coolies wrote:
I wouldn't be more extroverted id probably go insane... More than usual. For me my special interests let me focus and are sometimes helpful as they are a constant in my life so a form of stability maybe?
*nod*
I don't have any special interests at the moment.
I feel, like a fully
fueled race car up on blocks; squashed throttle floored; blurring tires biting emptiness; frame twisting torque; over-revving engine screaming.
I
need traction. I
must have traction.
I
need a load. A heavy load. Or several loads, just to keep the black twisting rubber glued to the twin lines of melting tarmac.
I need to feel the blast of my hood slamming the mundane, mediocre, confining air of this Wrong Planet I'm helplessly marooned upon.
To incandescently perforate the fictionalized confines cobbled by the self-deluded and desecrate their absurd mantra of "Impossible".
Until they
thoroughly and utterly say, "Oh. . ."
. . . "How 'bout them bears!"
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(14.01.b) cogito ergo sum confusus