It's currently 8:18pm. I have been reading a lot more lately. Although, what I read tends to teeter on the faucet of romance and delusional emotions that are associated with it. It's a bit childish, from my standpoint, but I enjoy it. Love is something I have yet to have an interest in, or will forever be without in my life. It does not mean that I am incapable of it, love for my fellow man, or family will always be prevalent. The thing is, when one considers love of a significant other. I am always hit with the intimacy that I feel I should never share. I remember a writer say we give a piece of ourselves to our lover, but we ask they hand over a piece of them as well. I simply am one of those who refuses to give away their piece. One can amuse the thoughts of comfort as you arrive to a home filled with their open arms. A human who will always be there for you, to hand over your thoughts and embellish your emotions with support. At the same time I cannot forget the troubles it brings, fighting with their own thoughts, working through their whims and subtleties. It's simply not enough that a significant other could offer me, that I would ever want to continue a relationship. It is simply another thing that would distance me from humanity. I scoff at traditional living, at times I find it truly pathetic. Delusional superiority only accentuated by my words to be derived by the true emotion of inferiority that pervades through my very being. To me, I am but a feeble minded insect only being trampled by the societal voices of true "reason". Why should I even consider them? Should WE consider them? Fuck them.
