I should probably change the header of this blog to 'The Woes and Mischief of a Confused Humanoid', but that wouldn't be fair because that would imply that I'm at least part human (humanoid) who knows what she's doing (mischief) and knows how to react about it (Woes.)
A lot has been happening recently. And I figured out that part of the reason why I'm not coping as well as I should is because I haven't been taking enough alone time. You see, us introverted people have to learn how to be around other humans; it's a process that's not autonomous and as easily acquired through social osmosis as those of other people.
You spend enough time on your own and you get used to handling everything on your own, which makes it a lot harder on us to include people when they're eventually there. A simple change as spending more time in the living room than you're used to, not having enough time to read as much or having to deal with people on a more regular, and increased, periods of time could throw us off balance.
We're aliens, we'll always be aliens. When aliens lose their privilege of being alienable they start losing themselves. Even using the 'We' pronoun feels all snuggled up where it shouldn't.
I ran out of the office for the first time since I started working there because the kingpin (Or shall I say Queenpin?) professionally smack-talked me. I got assigned a bigass project that will have me shooting caffeine up my jugular vein to perform. And the other game-writing job I became too attached to has been put on hold till September for creative reasons. I see the big ole warlock swisheddy flicked the rugs right out from under me, yet again.
I think the reason people started coupling up or tribing up was because they got seasick. Life's all variables, nothing stays where it should. You start depending on one thing and you be sure it'll be taken away one way or another, so people started grabbing each other at a desperate attempt to have landmarks. Floating anchors, all over the place. That's all there is to it. That's also how it shouldn't be. We're not built for what we're built for, not all of us.
I sometimes wonder how people do it, ones with human anchors. I mean, the woman starts talking and the man starts packing, haven't you watched enough chick flicks? Everybody's got their own problems, and everybody's eager not to have you as one of them.
Funny how everybody wants an anchor to blame.
I'm gonna go read.
A lot has been happening recently. And I figured out that part of the reason why I'm not coping as well as I should is because I haven't been taking enough alone time. You see, us introverted people have to learn how to be around other humans; it's a process that's not autonomous and as easily acquired through social osmosis as those of other people.
You spend enough time on your own and you get used to handling everything on your own, which makes it a lot harder on us to include people when they're eventually there. A simple change as spending more time in the living room than you're used to, not having enough time to read as much or having to deal with people on a more regular, and increased, periods of time could throw us off balance.
We're aliens, we'll always be aliens. When aliens lose their privilege of being alienable they start losing themselves. Even using the 'We' pronoun feels all snuggled up where it shouldn't.
I ran out of the office for the first time since I started working there because the kingpin (Or shall I say Queenpin?) professionally smack-talked me. I got assigned a bigass project that will have me shooting caffeine up my jugular vein to perform. And the other game-writing job I became too attached to has been put on hold till September for creative reasons. I see the big ole warlock swisheddy flicked the rugs right out from under me, yet again.
I think the reason people started coupling up or tribing up was because they got seasick. Life's all variables, nothing stays where it should. You start depending on one thing and you be sure it'll be taken away one way or another, so people started grabbing each other at a desperate attempt to have landmarks. Floating anchors, all over the place. That's all there is to it. That's also how it shouldn't be. We're not built for what we're built for, not all of us.
I sometimes wonder how people do it, ones with human anchors. I mean, the woman starts talking and the man starts packing, haven't you watched enough chick flicks? Everybody's got their own problems, and everybody's eager not to have you as one of them.
Funny how everybody wants an anchor to blame.
I'm gonna go read.
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