Untold Untruths
Mike Wozowski is gobsmacked for good reason.
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Friday, August 26
Dear heart, that suffered a pang of nostalgia...
Haven't been online in weeks, damn Streamyx. I feel as though I haven't properly interacted with anybody this entire holidays, even though I have been to tuition, church and CG Pot Bless - not to mention I've been on the phone with Cow every single day. S'not normal, is it? My social meter (as per The Sims) should be comfortably green and full. *scratches head* I wonder: Am I so socially inept IRL nowadays that I feel more comfortable talking to people through IM programs and emoticons? :/
It's true you know. Social life has been very stale this last few years. It used to be that I always met someone new here or there, or got asked for my email or phone number every now and then. Now, these little petty excitements are so absent in my life that I have almost forgotten all about them.
It begs the question: where have all the good days gone?
But maybe that would be barking up the wrong tree. The real question should be:
Where has the old Krys gone?
It's awful to sit with a bunch of people you know and not have anything to say. You feel awkward, inept, and hatefully anti-social. The funny thing is I can't remember if it wasn't always like that. Did I use to get along with everybody? Did I always have something to say? Was I always so awkward, silent and moody? I can't remember. And yet I distinctly recall times when I was the loud-mouthed, red-faced and insufferably outspoken one. Have I changed so much? If so, then why and how?
Not that I'm not happy with who I am today. S'just... when I think about it, I miss my old self. I miss that arrogant self-possession, that wicked forwardness, that shameful brazenness that took over so often then. Haha, it used to be that I was tenacious enough to yell "What the fuck is it you want?" at Ken de Alwis in front of prefects...
Ah well. I think she's gone with the books she's absorbed, the lessons she's learnt in church, and all the friends she's made and lost. Time changes so many things about people. S'part of the reason why Howard Roark isn't believable as a character...
I'm rambling! Ugh!
It's true you know. Social life has been very stale this last few years. It used to be that I always met someone new here or there, or got asked for my email or phone number every now and then. Now, these little petty excitements are so absent in my life that I have almost forgotten all about them.
It begs the question: where have all the good days gone?
But maybe that would be barking up the wrong tree. The real question should be:
Where has the old Krys gone?
It's awful to sit with a bunch of people you know and not have anything to say. You feel awkward, inept, and hatefully anti-social. The funny thing is I can't remember if it wasn't always like that. Did I use to get along with everybody? Did I always have something to say? Was I always so awkward, silent and moody? I can't remember. And yet I distinctly recall times when I was the loud-mouthed, red-faced and insufferably outspoken one. Have I changed so much? If so, then why and how?
Not that I'm not happy with who I am today. S'just... when I think about it, I miss my old self. I miss that arrogant self-possession, that wicked forwardness, that shameful brazenness that took over so often then. Haha, it used to be that I was tenacious enough to yell "What the fuck is it you want?" at Ken de Alwis in front of prefects...
Ah well. I think she's gone with the books she's absorbed, the lessons she's learnt in church, and all the friends she's made and lost. Time changes so many things about people. S'part of the reason why Howard Roark isn't believable as a character...
I'm rambling! Ugh!