Listening

I drank a lot of wine for a Monday. I guess I drank a lot of wine for any night.

I went out with a client and talked about work. Then I went out with some colleagues and talked about work. Then I went out with another colleague and talked about people at work.

When someone asks you how you are, you say fine.

You don’t tell them that you’re worried about how much time you spend thinking about fucking people you shouldn’t, you don’t mention how fascinated you have become with the fact that you’re going to die, and you keep quiet about how, if you didn’t think you’d be diagnosed with depression, you would spend days and days lying in bed, making up stories about the characters in your head.

That shit’s not what people want to hear.

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2 Comments»

  Grill wrote @

The perils of a self-reflexive brain; you have too much time to think about your situation, even if that time is no time at all. You need a new addiction, apart from the obvious one. /I/ need to stop talking in aphorisms.

  elle wrote @

Aphoritastic!

But what to be addicted to?


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