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Idorus
Arcanist
- Apr 30, 2018
- 426
I like you. :) I feel the SAAAAAAAAAME way. I don't even wear shoes indoors or slippers with soles. I tip-toe around b/c I live in an old building with creaking wooden floors. And I feel really guilty flushing the toilet at night. I don't want to upset my downstairs neighbors... And I don't feel bad about doing these things because it would make my life MUCH easier if other people were similar. But noooooo. You get the neighbors with dogs chained up outside that bark ALL. NIGHT. LONG. Or the teens who love switching out their cars'/trucks' custom exhaust systems with SUPER LOUD fire-cracker modified systems and then driving up and down the street between 11PM and 4AM. And the bikers who think it's cool to sit on their Harley Davidsons revving right outside your window as long as they can so everyone notices them. Or the neighbor who's up at 5AM with the industrial strength leaf-blower... If I could find someplace quiet and peaceful to live, I wouldn't bother anyone. I'd just die there out of sight quietly.
I feel so much better now knowing I'm not the only who's not flushing the toilet at night while collecting pee in a soft tissue box to remove too prominent gush sound (after a little spliff I'm obsessed with anything I hear to the point I can't even pee anymore!) ;)) - and this even all without a wooden floor ahum.
We could talk for hours. The rare experiences I've had with the shadow of intimacy, it's been ONLY about sex. I'm no prude, but it was a massive disappointment coming to terms with the hook-up age. And if you start to talk with/to someone else, it's over. You're boring.
Exactly! All meaningless masturbational shit..... (welcome to the sobering real world;)
And you (and your friend who recently died--my condolences) are right: it takes a LOT of energy to be the person others NEED (not even just want) you to be. Especially as you get to know yourself better and realize you CANNOT fake it...
Yup that is and nothing else. And with aging and unending shit-experiences it becomes harder and harder and harder to the point it's next to impossible to fake the slightest. And since relationships are entirely based on it .... yeah I'm a bad one for that cutting through it with an ax in a second.