Obfuscated Meaning Here

[nfotxn]

I feel like I've lost my moxie lately. I guess I just gotta work harder at school. I can track the exact momment I started to feel like crap today, it was on the parkdale bus coming home at Red Hill. I went directly from being excited to get home, have something to eat and blast the "30 Seconds To Mars" album. It's the realization that I don't really enjoy the company of any other people during my whole routine all day. And now even my brother is gone again.

My whole situation in Hamilton has taken a turn for the worse. I mean I've lived here my whole life and I know tons of people.. but nobody seems close anymore. And that really gets me down, I think it's a direct result of queering up my life so much in the past three years that my whole social life is lived remotely in Toronto which is totally uncool.

Solution: Work harder at school. *slams head repeatedly on desk*

Comments

[forest-gnome.livejournal.com]

Ummm... don't do that. Brain trauma is bad for you.

[ranger1.livejournal.com]

Re: not being close to your friends anymore. I don't mean to shove your life into the confines of a template, or to proffer bromides like, "Well that tends to happen at your age," but .... uh... it sorta does. Many people change significantly in their late-teen / early adult years. And friends tend to fall by the wayside.

Your mileage may or may not vary. It just seems to me that the "queering" of one's life may not be the only factor at work here.

Oh, and I found that Moxie (http://www.crabcoll.com/journal/moxie.html) you said you lost:



(Cyber-wise anyway, since I don't have your mailing address to send you a six-pack. Oh wait, Canada prohibits sending toxic substances by mail. Nevermind.)

Friends but not Friends

[profundojoe.livejournal.com]

I totally feel this. Sometime last year, I started realising that I only hang out with all my friends, that meaningful relationships were not being pursued, on either side. It hit me that if I was in a wreck and was bed-ridden, that I would have no one to change my bedpan but myself. I had tons of friends, but no close ones. It was a sobering thought, and caused me to either rethink friendships, or strengthen others through communication. Turned out I did have friends that would do that, I just didn't know it. I think a host of friends really can be a curse sometimes, more than you'd expect.