Confusion Ad Nauseum
I just don’t know anymore. Honestly guys, I just don’t know. What’s it all about? What’s the secret?
I don’t know.
Sometimes I’m happy, and other times lonely. I wasn’t going to admit it before, but lately I have been lonely. I was going to write this on an away message for AIM, but who wants to share one’s inner thoughts with all the people on a buddy list? Besides, I wouldn’t want people to take it the wrong way and feel pity for me. I don’t need pity. And I don’t need everyone to know this stuff.
It’s true; few people are discrete. Few people respect the sanctity of your inner feelings. I don’t feel safe telling my current group of peers (at college - you Woodbury folks are a much better story) my inner feelings. It does, however, make me glad that the people around me at school feel safe telling me. I do everything in my power to respect their privacy. Many people tell me many things; and I like listening. I like being able to be there and to try to help.
All I can do is hold the knowledge somewhere in my heart that being the person I am looking for is all I need to do. We treat others how we wish to be treated. There is no rushing a good thing.
Am I consoling myself with hollow platitudes?