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Am I insane? Am I perpetually dissatisfied with life and what it has to offer me?
As a friend of mine sat there and narrated the misfortunes he went through missing a flight, losing his phone (temporarily), losing his key and being generally very scatter headed, I zoned out...
Other friends sat around and listened and for however long the narration of all these misfortunes appeared to be the greatest and most important thing in the world...
I zoned out. Why is that any important? Have they seen illness? Have they experienced death close up? If they have, all these things would appear so insignificant.
I quietly left the room to be by myself for a while. I've not some of these friends for ages, for ages, and no one asked me how I am doing. Everyone seems to take the smile on my face and the generally youthful and seemingly happy complexion on my face as a given reflection of how I'm feeling.
Little do they know at night I cry at times... Little do they know at night I get so scared and so lonely...
And little do they ask.
Am I insane? Am I perpetually dissatisfied with life and what it has to offer me?
As a friend of mine sat there and narrated the misfortunes he went through missing a flight, losing his phone (temporarily), losing his key and being generally very scatter headed, I zoned out...
Other friends sat around and listened and for however long the narration of all these misfortunes appeared to be the greatest and most important thing in the world...
I zoned out. Why is that any important? Have they seen illness? Have they experienced death close up? If they have, all these things would appear so insignificant.
I quietly left the room to be by myself for a while. I've not some of these friends for ages, for ages, and no one asked me how I am doing. Everyone seems to take the smile on my face and the generally youthful and seemingly happy complexion on my face as a given reflection of how I'm feeling.
Little do they know at night I cry at times... Little do they know at night I get so scared and so lonely...
And little do they ask.
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