I am constantly stuck feeling relieved, but it’s the weird relief, the kind you get after narrowly avoiding sleeping with someone you really didn’t want to, or when you get back from a trip with someone you wish you’d never seen on the road. Its the melancholy feeling of being disappointed by the wackiness of the world.
I am always convinced I don’t contribute to it, which is as lonely as it is comforting.
I could not agree more. well put.
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