by spin

I like being alone. I don’t really like connecting with many other people. Maybe I’m full of it, but people get frustrated when I talk – obsessive reasoning and terrible spending habits: just another hole I’ve dug myself into. I feel like I’m in my own, tiny world. People are always trying to get me to break out of it, like too much reason or thought or introspection is frightening. Like it questions their reality. I already know the answers. That part where there’s silence in the middle of a conversation? It’s beautiful. I live for that. I feel like the world is moving and I’ve just always been ahead of it. Sidward understands.