But this still leaves me exposed, vulnerable.
Which is kind of how I’m feeling right now.

Loneliness is comfortable. It’s safe, nonthreatening, and politely neutral.
Loneliness is a sterile gray hall that stretches as far as the eye can see.
It truly has two sides, not four, that converge on the horizon at a real vanishing point.
Loneliness does not dress in gaudy colors. Here everything is a dull gray.
Plain, reassuring, comfortable.

Its inmates might wander this corridor outside their own cells, but they never wander far and they never smile. They never say hello, so they never have to say goodbye. They never make jokes, so no one would ever get offended. They never love, never laugh. Because of course, that would be too dangerous.

Loneliness is reassuring.
Nothing could ever go wrong.

But some of us are just content to watch others live from afar. We smile when they smile and laugh at their mirth. But of course to invest ourselves is too much, too dangerous. To be seen, to be heard, to have attention called to us. Why have it when it’s just as enjoyable and wholly more comfortable to be content to watch.

I don’t have to give myself. Your essays of friendship are much too feeble, much too meaningless. Like having annoying buzzing in my ear, I’m moved to reach for a fly swatter.
You couldn’t possibly make right the ocean of droplets.
Boil the sea, burn the land.
You can’t take the sky from me.

So stop trying.

earned back all the money the college board stole from me in the past
just unsubscribed to the sat question of the day

free at last, free at last.
god almighty, free at last.

Tell no tales

Five of them.
Adjectives, to be precise.

I needs them.

Leave a word in the comments below that describes me please.
Thanks.

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This rock is just dust in the wind.
This rock is one among millions, billions, countless others exactly like it.
This rock is not a beautiful and unique snowflake.

Stop thinking so shallow.
Time stretches back 13 billion years. Billion. BILLION.
And hell, this might not even be the only time either. We don’t know yet if we are alone, or if we are only one of many bubbles, many times.
So why does here matter? Why earth? Why all the animals on earth, that have been, are, and will be instantiated on other worlds?
The world is not a sphere. It is a vast canvas of space and time.

Our concern shouldn’t be, oh how do we save this speck of matter from certain doom. Our concern should be, how do we get off this sinking ship that will surely drag us down if we stay.
And even when we are finally motile, we’ve still got to contend with a crunching or dissipating verse. This planet is not our end. It is only a means, a stepping stone, a launch point.

From its scarcity, intelligence is rendered precious. We’ll find many a life supporting ship before we make first contact, if that ever happens. The earth may wither for all I care, but the death of sentience would be a tragedy.

As of now, since we can’t get off, I’m for making sure we don’t kill ourselves. However, concern should be educated before being pressing.

Also..
Why is it bad to be of many ones?
Does being the majority make you wrong now?
Truth doesn’t care about votes.

Balance is an artificial construct, just like everything else. It’s a game to be played. What happens if balance is detrimental to our species? Would you be opposed to destroying this balance even though it would result in a net cost to us?

Understand ourselves?
As in a question of identity?
Completely irrelevant, go ask an english major.

Well I was completely right in my prediction.
A few months away from my sometime digital home has left me feeling so awkward in speech.

Oh well, at least I can get shit done now.

and it goes on and on and on and on

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skin thin and prickled verse

I should know. I get pretty lonely too.

why can’t we be friends even if we disagree

owait nvm u cool lol

I, for one, am proud of being human.

We are of the dirt, but only we truly understand it.
We are of the earth, but only we shall transcend it.

I delight in machines, revel in ability.
I’m glad that I have neither claws nor beaks nor any such primitive limbful extremities and yet still dominate with voracious capability.
Capability and capacity.
With a capacity to change the very definition of evolution, to unnaturally select with intent and purpose.
This, I am proud of.
That even the weakest of our species is guaranteed a robust survival.
This, I am proud of.
That when even this sleeping sentinel green passes to red like mars or saffron like venus, our kind shall inherit the stars.
This, I am proud of.

So take your luddism and shove it.