There are times when the silence grows heavy. There are times when the choice to turn away from it all seems too difficult to hold on to. Times when the world seems to just pass by out of reach, too far to touch.
Sometimes it feels as though you are leading only half a life, going through the motions of existence. It is as if somehow you missed some of the lessons on what it is to be human, you were absent that day when everyone else learnt the knack of how to just get along with everyone else.
All those simple things you never seemed to get a grasp of; those little tricks of living those others seem to know, as if by instinct. All that stuff about how to have conversations about nothing at all: about each other’s families, last night’s TV, the state of the world, the match last night, what does she think she is wearing and – most importantly – this unusual weather.
It all seems so trivial and yet so vital, some kind of essential social grooming… and yet all you seem to manage is to sit alone here for most of the time, only picking out your own fleas.
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