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maybe i should clarify this a bit... when i am around people, i feel happier than i really am. i thrive off the happiness, or just the energy, of other people. life seems much happier when i'm surrounded by friends. i am attracted to the seemingly most secure, most sure of themselves, people. from them i can derive my own sense of security, of well-being. they lend me some perspective, and some hope. one in particular (you know who you are) makes me feel especially happy and secure (most of the time) when i am with him. and for that i thank him, and i thank all of my friends. but when it comes time to return home, to deal with my life, to tool, i realize how truly lonely and sad i am. the warm comfort and happy security that i get from friendly company doesn't seem to stick when that friendly company is no longer there. the majority of my life now is solitary, a product of the workaholic environment of MIT and my own predisposition to be a loner. the happy hours spent with friends (and lovers) are nothing more than a passing dream that i must always wake up from.
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