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I don’t understand why it is that people constantly seek the company of other people. They phone, they visit, they message, they send letters, they hope and hope and hope that people will meet up with them and that every minute will be occupied with the company of other people. Do they not realise that people do not give a fuck? Do they not realise that people are not interested? Sure, once the request is made it is only polite to say yes but, ultimately, they would rather not meet. Why not spare people the pain of having to say no and just stop asking. Be alone. Spend time alone. ALONE. Do you even understand the fucking word? Spend some time alone and enlighten yourself. Enjoy yourself. Discover yourself.
                Do you actually want to learn and listen from these other people or do you want to talk and talk and talk and give of yourself to these other people? If you want to give of yourself, what makes you believe that you have something to offer? What do you lack as an individual? What is it that makes you so afraid of being alone? The more of an effort you make to be with people the more pathetic they start to consider you. As a close friend of mine would say: ‘GET A LIFE!’ I cannot stand to see people constantly make an effort to meet up. I do my utmost to avoid that. Do you really care? Do THEY really care? No.

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