I find my presence comforting. I compare it to loving oneself, though that expression, without context, takes on many kinds of meaning, none of which are applicable this time; this time it’s about literal ego and the solace in its comforting presence and encouragement.
In my solitude, often because of my preference for intelligent and warm conversation, I’ll often deconstruct a concept that seems straightforward and yet is one of many things that I’ve always looked but never seen. Oh, my eye-related analogies are only going to grow stronger/sharper/more over-played.
The concept I had considered was, indeed, the company in which I prefer to confide to and my transparent fear of meeting new, still-assembled minds. Why is it as so, I said to myself as I continue to play with my phonetics as though they were Lego’s. To break topic, I did miss that Magitek Armor I had made out of space-themed pieces and all the black blocks I had from the Racing series and one Aquatic. To topic return, I suspect my fear stems from the abundant complacency I’ve in the little social interactions I’ve had these last three months.
I recall. For the entire month of June I was a bar patron nightly, becoming familiar with one Irish bar, the local with the largest selection on tap in this side, some of its regular patrons and the bartenders and their specials. I had a goal in mind, but the experience in this setting could benefit, and it did: ask for a Captain and Coke, an invaluable lesson. And yet, the entire time I’d be at these bars, for hours, I was unamused, lethargic, and fairly drunk. My objective wouldn’t be achieved, but through experiences in trying and hearing tell-tales I began to disassemble a concept I rarely used and more so uttered: “Location, location.”
Indeed, “location, location.” That’s what it came down to: to be in a setting that not only disinterests, but downright sullies one’s own fun, is as counterproductive as deliberately walking away from one’s personal goals. If people aren’t met through a mutual interest, especially in setting, then you’re left with people of different walks. I can walk with the moderate of the bunch, but hearing stories of “conquests” doesn’t interest me as much as someone reminiscing about a time they drank so much that they started quoting Monty Python whenever someone mentioned “Idle Hands.” You know the one with Seth Green?
I hopefully thought the same thing you’re thinking of.
