Here's the story: for about fourteen years I lived a solid life (satisfied with friends, the general area, academics, yet still curious for something a little more), for about two years I lived a sad sad life (devastated by loneliness, confusion, depression, yearning and desperately aching to escape), and for the last year and a half my life has been, in a word, wonderful. And that sixteen-year built-up desperation for escape dissolved somewhere along the last few months and now I have all these plans that I made way before, plans that I don't really want to keep anymore. I'm sure that I'll eventually see how it worked out when I'm older, but for now, as the blog title so aptly describes...I'm distraught. I've bonded with all these people along the way and now it's rendered me dependent on not this soil but the relationships I've made. Kids, never forget that - relationships are life. They are so important. For so long I've told myself that I don't need people, humanity is a lost cause, all I need are books and music, and while aesthetic and literature is essential to life, there is nothing better than coming together to emanate an almost tangible energy of laughter, wit, friendship, and immense joy and love.
Sap's over. Back to napping.
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