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the holi-dazed.

so my choices are understandably contradictory to those others that graciously share “good times” with each other, and I stare into those eyes without fear, hesitating only when I see the enthusiasm for the time away from the daily practiced smirk. I stand alone to observe no rites or ritual of social self-abasement, but my actions make the silent thoughts almost unbearable. I do not stand against anything particularly special, but social relationships sometimes don’t feel as though they are worth the folly of mirth. in those first instances of special, maybe, but what I have never heard of is a valid description of the letdown from social interactions. maybe in song format, but never described like this now. where the individuals clash in awkward constraints, each posed in thought over some conflicting issue, and there the silence begins. not the freakish stuttering of random effects, but the full-on intercourse of communication breakdown. I despise that place with a passion, where either has ideas unheard and unprocessed, and yet the words vastly ignore the point of speaking. what’s worse is that the person feels completely ignored and shitty themselves, but all in the attempt of individual expression that never quite got out of the bag. I hate sounding this embittered by reality’s fangs, but the social poisons have already worked their way into my thoughts.

Thanks, khet.