We Get Together With People Because They're

What Good Were Real Feelings Anyway?

Maybe We All Live Life At Too High A Pitch, Those Of Us Who Absorb Emotional Things All Day, And As Mere Consequence We Can Never Feel Merely Content: We Have To Be Unhappy, Or Ecstatically, Head-over-heels Happy, And Those States Are Difficult To Achieve Within A Stable, Solid Relationship.

Surely We All Occasionally Buy Books Because Of A Daydream We're Having - A Little Fantasy About The People We Might Turn Into One Day, When Our Lives Are Different, Quieter, More Introspective, And When All The Urgent Reading, Whatever That Might Be, Has Been Done. We Never Arrive At That Point, Needless To Say.

Why Does Reading Freak People Out So Much? Sure, I Could Be Pretty Anti-social When We Were On The Road, But If I Was Playing A Gameboy Hour After Hour, No One Would Be On My Case. In My Social Circle, Blowing Up Space Monsters Is Socially Acceptable In A Way That American Pastoral Isn't.

Hard Is Trying To Rebuild Yourself, Piece By Piece, With No Instruction Book, And No Clue As To Where All The Important Bits Are Supposed To Go.