Words often come too easy
Until I have to think about them
Then none seem to exist
Only occasionally I desire social attention
Then I talk to strangers
Which quickly reminds me why I'm alone
It's not that they're inadequate -- I couldn't know
It's because it costs so much effort
For something I likely wouldn't want anyway
Created: 22/01/2024
Size: A2
Orientation: landscape
Type: drawing
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It's so easy, maybe too easy, to talk when I'm not thinking about it; words, sentences, and stories quickly and without restraint come out of me.
Sometimes, I have to think about what to say. Then, I understand how the Buddhist monks do it -- because, it feels like, not even a letter or number comes to mind.
There seems to be nothing more difficult in this world than having to think about conversation.
I can only assume that people desire to be among others much, seeing all the boring high-effort things they don't care about, they do to achieve it.
Perhaps it's easier for them. Or maybe they don't know how to entertain themselves.
Occasionally, I also have a desire for social attention. When that happens, I might do something tiresome I don't care about, talking to strangers.
And when that's easy, it can be fun, but it quickly reminds me of why I spend so much time alone. It's not that the people are inadequate -- maybe they are, but it's hard to get to know them.
No, I'm alone because it costs so much effort to do a tedious task for something I probably wouldn't want anyway.
