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azurelunatic) wrote2002-06-23 02:00 am
azurelunatic) wrote2002-06-23 02:00 am
Introversion, timespan
There are some people I dislike on sight.
Other people, I dislike as soon as I know.
Some, I can tolerate for short scraps of time.
Many, I get on with just fine in public.
The vast majority of the world passes me by, and I it, without interaction or comment.
Some people, I'm pleasant to in rare interactions.
Others, I get on with in daily life at school or work.
Some people I get acquainted with.
Some I'm actually friendly with.
I can make friends quickly, but it takes someone special to stay friends with.
Some people remain friends.
Some people, I will see outside of work or school.
Very few people get invited to hang out.
Even fewer actually will hang out.
Some of them will be re-invited to hang out.
Occasionally, I will seek someone out.
Often, I retreat and conduct my happiness alone with books and computer, at a safe enough remove from the energies of others, lest I become allergic from overexposure
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Rarely, every once in too far-between a while, there will be someone whose energies and personality are matched to mine in the same invisible and silken way as bathwater of just the right temperature is to the skin. That sort of person, I can safely have with me anywhere, anywhen, not ever, or only once in a blue-green with pink polka dots moon, needing to retreat so the fluttering trailers of my selfhood won't get torn or stomped on by accident.
...Good luck on finding one of those last who feels the same about me, however.
Votania's found hers.
It's very rare that I find true solitude in the company of another, especially an other that I've known for long enough, deep enough, to develop my usual overexposure allergy to. Somehow, this time, there's peace.
Other people, I dislike as soon as I know.
Some, I can tolerate for short scraps of time.
Many, I get on with just fine in public.
The vast majority of the world passes me by, and I it, without interaction or comment.
Some people, I'm pleasant to in rare interactions.
Others, I get on with in daily life at school or work.
Some people I get acquainted with.
Some I'm actually friendly with.
I can make friends quickly, but it takes someone special to stay friends with.
Some people remain friends.
Some people, I will see outside of work or school.
Very few people get invited to hang out.
Even fewer actually will hang out.
Some of them will be re-invited to hang out.
Occasionally, I will seek someone out.
Often, I retreat and conduct my happiness alone with books and computer, at a safe enough remove from the energies of others, lest I become allergic from overexposure
.
Rarely, every once in too far-between a while, there will be someone whose energies and personality are matched to mine in the same invisible and silken way as bathwater of just the right temperature is to the skin. That sort of person, I can safely have with me anywhere, anywhen, not ever, or only once in a blue-green with pink polka dots moon, needing to retreat so the fluttering trailers of my selfhood won't get torn or stomped on by accident.
...Good luck on finding one of those last who feels the same about me, however.
Votania's found hers.
It's very rare that I find true solitude in the company of another, especially an other that I've known for long enough, deep enough, to develop my usual overexposure allergy to. Somehow, this time, there's peace.
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Introspeculative...
"...at a safe enough remove from the energies of others, lest I become allergic from overexposure"
I know what you mean. Sometimes it feels like if you don't get away they'll be nothing left of you. It's all very draining, modern life...
Anyway, nicely put.
Re: Introspeculative...
This whole post is in reference to a certain hairy situation; it's just touching on some of the things that have been true my whole life, not just for right now.