mantra

Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at us, conclusions grow up in us like fungus: one morning they are there, we know not how, and they gaze upon us, morose and gray. Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him.

- friedrich nietzsche

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yesterday i had an awkward moment with someone. i have this unusual tendency to be frosty and withdrawn - almost an auto pilot response - in the presence of someone new. my busy little brain was computing questions and possible small talk starters to puncture the silence with conversations, and i cna sense that he was doing the same thing, and the whole process seemed so unnatural and laborious. this reminds me alot like the sims 2, where i had my sim character initiate a conversation with another sim (of my creation) that had entirely different personality aspects, and they ended up sifting through various different conversation topics and not find one common ground.

i envy people who are airy, they float through one conversational topic to another seamlessly and without much restraint. that quality is absent from my personality make-up, and i doubt i could ever possess that.

posted by frau frump.

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