Golden, but reserved, light

I like talking to people. 

They can be shitty people, but i like talking to them. 

I like laughing. I enter a headspace that allows me to find their bad jokes funny, just because I want to laugh at a joke. 

In any other circumstance, I would have nothing to do with these people. I would hate them. In this circumstance, they are friends. And I like them. 

I don’t know if I’ve ever shown anyone my true self as long as I have been alive. Forming a personality is as innately natural as an octopus blending in to its environment. 

I have to say, I like nothing more than the concept of friendship. I do not much care for love, or for sex, or for art, or for very much at all. Talking to people that know me is the highest high I can attain at this point. 

I feel more like the nostalgic character of a “person” that I daydreamed about as a child. It allows me a temporary escape from my identity as the assorted flesh that is a “human” that I have come to fear as an adult. 

All I can say right now is, life has more to it than I usually am able to remember. And that stuff is important to find. More important than anything else. Sunday, March 12, 2023, I feel good