I think I've lost the ability to relate to people. I left the party somehow and when I came back, everyone was speaking a different language. It is extrodinarily lonely to be surrounded by everyone and yet noone at the same time.
How does one come back from this? Where is my map, my sextant? This is unfair; being so acutely aware of Sartre's anguish. Where is my blanket? For protection and forts that hold secrets like a balloon. It has been used too long for sleeping while the other children played. It has forgotten it's purpose: and in it's forgetting so have I. My knees are brittle with effort.
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I know how you feel sometimes; just out of step with everyone. But what do you want? Relating means sharing yourself; the blanket hides you. They seem like two different wishes. Give it time. All will fall back into place.
lol, mapa
To relate to another person is in essence a miniature version of a full blown relationship. You share, risk and feel towards any person you choose to interact with. The reprecussions are just as miniscule. Perhaps you have problems relating to people because you are inherently afraid of saying the wrong thing?
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