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Aug. 29th, 2010 09:41 pmI feel like some kind of too too strange creature here, in this carnival of banal misery. Everyone likes me already, despite my looking a little weird, but all I want to do is escape. I feel mild to extreme loathing of everyone in this bloody building, and everything happening around me just makes me want to shriek and shrink away. Instead, I politely and duitifully do my job, navigate the chaotic (and often pathetic) social environment enough to keep everyone off my back, and retreat into my head.
It's stormy weather up here.
Too much stuff is blasting around my brain. Fursuits, fears, fantasies medieval and cyberpunk, fashion and passion and two or three computer languages, competing, intricate tapestries of human history and nature of the soul. I feel like there isn't enough room for it all and it's multiplying and cross-breeding fast, like it's all carrying on its own business quite apart from me, making use of my mind for cpu cycles. I have to get some of this *out* before my ears start bleeding, if only I can find the time.
It's stormy weather up here.
Too much stuff is blasting around my brain. Fursuits, fears, fantasies medieval and cyberpunk, fashion and passion and two or three computer languages, competing, intricate tapestries of human history and nature of the soul. I feel like there isn't enough room for it all and it's multiplying and cross-breeding fast, like it's all carrying on its own business quite apart from me, making use of my mind for cpu cycles. I have to get some of this *out* before my ears start bleeding, if only I can find the time.
