After a lengthy discussion with another rare pessimistic yet highly hopeful philosopher, several conclusions have come to light in the time that this particular pseudo-ephiphany should occur. How unique. A distracted college student developing ideas on existence, when said existence consists of no real responsibility and endless information at a second's disposal. But I digress. Life, as I have come to learn, is merely a series of aggravating patterns that one cannot escape.
People do not change, they just learn how to disguise and suppress individual instincts; molding ourselves to whatever it is we hold as the ideal at that moment. Every year (usually around winter, though I would not dare deign to live anywhere but the Northeast where the weather resembles my skiddish personalities), I enter a new phase of solitude and thought. As far back as my memory allows, I have dealt with an annoying trend of self-behavior that I deem the "loner-complex", which is basically a no -win paradox of increased misanthropism. I am afraid of people and avoid them at all costs, yet at the same time cannot stand to be away from them. One would think that my multiple personalties would keep me more than enough company. This idiotic conundrum, alarmingly enough, happens to a great deal of people. These are the people I choose to associate with, constructing an army of frustration whose insanity is so great, any apocalypse should writhe in sheer fright.
A great man once proclaimed that if you wish to know the true character of a man, look at the company he keeps. I made that up, but a quote out there does exist, and I will not feign intelligence of it by looking it up on Google. Keeping this tidbit in mind, I analyze my friends, and social circle.
People do not change, they just learn how to disguise and suppress individual instincts; molding ourselves to whatever it is we hold as the ideal at that moment. Every year (usually around winter, though I would not dare deign to live anywhere but the Northeast where the weather resembles my skiddish personalities), I enter a new phase of solitude and thought. As far back as my memory allows, I have dealt with an annoying trend of self-behavior that I deem the "loner-complex", which is basically a no -win paradox of increased misanthropism. I am afraid of people and avoid them at all costs, yet at the same time cannot stand to be away from them. One would think that my multiple personalties would keep me more than enough company. This idiotic conundrum, alarmingly enough, happens to a great deal of people. These are the people I choose to associate with, constructing an army of frustration whose insanity is so great, any apocalypse should writhe in sheer fright.
A great man once proclaimed that if you wish to know the true character of a man, look at the company he keeps. I made that up, but a quote out there does exist, and I will not feign intelligence of it by looking it up on Google. Keeping this tidbit in mind, I analyze my friends, and social circle.
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