Isolation

If take a step back and examine the patterns in my life, perhaps the most prominent is that I tend towards isolation. There isn't a singular reason for this, but the result is that while I never did have many people in my day-to-day life, over time that number tends to dwindle.

This is true even before one considers the starting-all-over consequences of relocation. It's normally slow going, but six months into my most recent move, I've hardly made any effort to get out and connect with other people.

Oh, there have been many reasons for this, and some of them are even legitimate instances of life getting in the way, but the truth is that this peaceful, drama-free existence has been quite good for me; it's something that I've really needed after several years of extremely drama-filled relationships and repeatedly-self-destructing social circles of inbred fucktards.

That said, I genuinely do need a social life, because at this rate my cats will start talking back to me before much longer. Unfortunately, there's been this huge disconnect between what I've found down here so far and what I need; everyone seems to either have one foot in the cradle or one foot in the grave, with very little in between.

Perhaps this is because the ones in the middle, the ones who have their shit together, the ones who have the drive to make something of themselves... are already doing just that with a minimum amount of narcissistic fuss.

Still, it would be nice to meet some folks whose crazies are compatible with mine. They're definitely out there, but we don't make it easy!

Meanwhile, I remain isolated, save for the occasional trip back to Melbourne and these ramblings in cyberspace that hardly anyone reads anyway.

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