It's been too long since I've added anything to this. Too long since I really wrote anything I've liked. I've fallen into a pattern of efficient life/time-wasting in Michigan. I can't wait until I get home. This place is robbing me of the thinly layered, already shaky sociability foundation I had created back home. I am becoming more and more like the people I hate here, and it is mainly due to my utter lack of interest, my pure resentment to any social interaction here. I can't bring myself to engage with any of the people I have met here because they lack something entirely essential that I need in people I can respect, and wish to associate with. They lack self-awareness, humility, intelligence. When I can't care enough to provide what I really need to make myself as effective a social entity as I can be - desire - then I come off as an idiot.
That drives me crazy.
I want to put two poems on here, one from Dylan Thomas and one from Charles Bukowski (real stretch of creative influence and a strong representation of my interest in expanding my library of poets, I know) that have been in my mind the past couple months. I will do that soon. Maybe tomorrow.
For now, I must go to bed.
I'm glad to finally be back here though.
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