Why do we spend an time at all doing things we don't want to do? Is it equivelent to "making a sacrifice"? I have these people that I've collected over the years that I call my friends and yet I still don't seem to feel right. Friends are supposed to be a large factor in what makes being on this planet enjoyable.
Love right?
Take the longest relationship with a person you've ever had, regardless of intensity. How long have you known this person? - that's it. There's supposed to be some value in length right, regardless of quality? You have a group of people that seemingly cares about you, and there's always that semi-nostalgic feeling you get around people you're comfortable with, but still something is wrong. You could make up some lame sob story about how the melancholy state is best for cultivating art, but even if that's true, it will always sound like a crock of shit. Or maybe you're just too self involved and shouldn't spend so much time alone thinking about yourself.
I think in the end we all just really have to be able to distinguish what is relevant to our own lives.
See the man with the lonely eyes? Take his hand, you'll be surprised.
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