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How do you connect with people?
I fear that I've lost something, or that I never had it in the first place, the ability to connect, by which I am referring to that almost physical bond people seem to have, like how at a party where everyone stands around in there little groups, it seems so natural, but I don't understand it. How do people stand around (as if bound within some invisible field) and talk about seemingly random inanities, that I can only hope nobody cares about?
It bothers me that when asked who my friends are I'm forced to choose between listing various associates whom I care nothing about or leaving myself open for ridicule by mentioning this place... I but can't help but wonder if this ridicule is somehow warranted. It's a cruel paradox, here I have everything I need, but nothing I want, to be metaphorical I'm living off pills that satisfy my dietary requirements, fulfilling the objective needs for life, but without the subjective fulfilment of actual food.
To be perfectly clear the ability to interact freely here staves off the insanity of an isolated mind, but leaves me tormented by the companionship of those around me in the “real” world; I'm not inherently lonely, in fact I'm happiest when left alone, but the curiosity that drives me to understand why others value their friendships so much is driving me mad in that "it never really will, but still hurts" kind of way.
So, what is it that binds these people (if the answer's just tribalistic/herd-instincts driven by insecurity and a dependence upon self-affirming interaction, I will despair) and/or how can I stop myself from walking away when I loose interest, heck must I play this silly game before I can have worthwhile conversations with people, and indeed will those conversations be worthwhile?
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Where can I find worthwhile people?
I fear that I've lost something, or that I never had it in the first place, the ability to connect, by which I am referring to that almost physical bond people seem to have, like how at a party where everyone stands around in there little groups, it seems so natural, but I don't understand it. How do people stand around (as if bound within some invisible field) and talk about seemingly random inanities, that I can only hope nobody cares about?
It bothers me that when asked who my friends are I'm forced to choose between listing various associates whom I care nothing about or leaving myself open for ridicule by mentioning this place... I but can't help but wonder if this ridicule is somehow warranted. It's a cruel paradox, here I have everything I need, but nothing I want, to be metaphorical I'm living off pills that satisfy my dietary requirements, fulfilling the objective needs for life, but without the subjective fulfilment of actual food.
To be perfectly clear the ability to interact freely here staves off the insanity of an isolated mind, but leaves me tormented by the companionship of those around me in the “real” world; I'm not inherently lonely, in fact I'm happiest when left alone, but the curiosity that drives me to understand why others value their friendships so much is driving me mad in that "it never really will, but still hurts" kind of way.
So, what is it that binds these people (if the answer's just tribalistic/herd-instincts driven by insecurity and a dependence upon self-affirming interaction, I will despair) and/or how can I stop myself from walking away when I loose interest, heck must I play this silly game before I can have worthwhile conversations with people, and indeed will those conversations be worthwhile?
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Where can I find worthwhile people?