If I don't fit, can I leave the planet?
Forced introspection and self-correspondence have a peculiar way of putting things into perspective. When distractions have all but disappeared, and all you're left with is the sticky present....thoughts start telescoping down to the reality of things, compelling you to tease apart the why behind your wants and feelings.
Resigning myself to not finding a life partner. Not in a sad way, but in a peaceful, I don't care to look anymore way. The juice isn't worth the squeeze.
Decided to peruse the discovery section on Bearblog and came across a cool blog, Brandon Writes, that I've been digging into. In one of his posts, Somber, he laments about growing older and missing parts of his younger self. Nostalgia, vulnerability laid bare, and a nod towards Blink 182, make this blog a newfound fav.
Taking Pictures of You—Kooks