“We live in a world of disposable memory. Nothings built to last, not even shame” – Since We Fell by Dennis Lehane
The older I get, the less tolerant and more reclusive I become.
So it seems.
People come with baggage. Garbage. Problems. Complications. Demands.
At this point in my life I need peace………….not conflict.
So I have been building a fort with walls to keep the world out. Reduce its influence.
And, I’ve done a fairly good job. My circle of friends has slowly closed to a chosen few.
My exposure to world events has been, as much as possible, eliminated.
Unfortunately, this exercise has created a void. A void of consideration. What the hell to think about. To ponder.
Soooooooooooooooo…………….I think more about me, my life, my personal problems.
What I’ve discovered is that I’m a mess. And………….a bit too self-absorbed.
So which is worse? The worlds and other people’s problems or my own?
Is there no escape?
“You soon become lonely if you want to use your brain to find answers” – An Unquiet Mind by Kay Jamison