Staying put.

I really am not good outside of my own environment. Out amongst the world I expect people to behave with some semblance of the 'us' instead of the 'me'.

Having pushed myself into the glass, the wall, the door, 'excuse me' is uttered to move even further. The other option, going around, taking a different route, is not an option as it affects the 'me'. 'Me' is inconvenienced. 'Me' cannot be inconvenienced.

Looking at the meagerly numbered posts of this blog there's an obvious feeling of separation, of distance, of aggravation and frustration. I used to believe in the world. I used to believe in living by example. Give me time, maybe I will again.

Impossible to understand.

So, what DO you do? I still doubt my words. Thoughts are jumbled. The ideas, the thoughts, are there but impossible to get out. To express. To make sense. All these thoughts with no place to go. All this knowledge. It comes out in nonsensical spurts, meaning nothing and meaning everything, but impossible to understand.