I just realized today is f'ing St. Patrick's Day. Holidays sneak up on me. Not like it's a holiday of presents and family dinners, considering I'm not Irish, but I should at least pay attention to the days. I don't get how things sneak up so easily, everything does. Age, days, the end of things. I hate it.
As I sit visiting family members, visiting friends, I feel completely out of place. Unhappy and empty, the only things to fill the void are the material things in life. The blank stares I get from people sometimes frustrate me but at the same time they humor me. I talk in complete sentences to people, discussing feelings paragraph by paragraph, and all I get in return is a "hm" and a possible nod. I don't understand.
In my mind I am the world's greatest self-deprecating and most cynical comedian.
As I sit visiting family members, visiting friends, I feel completely out of place. Unhappy and empty, the only things to fill the void are the material things in life. The blank stares I get from people sometimes frustrate me but at the same time they humor me. I talk in complete sentences to people, discussing feelings paragraph by paragraph, and all I get in return is a "hm" and a possible nod. I don't understand.
In my mind I am the world's greatest self-deprecating and most cynical comedian.
acidevangelist:
Your set is fantastic.