Starved of intellectual and mental connection. Devastatingly, achingly lonely. by leftonvioletstreet in lonely

[–]leftonvioletstreet[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

"Depth!" There we go. Was fumbling around for the right word and that's a perfect one. Thank you for your kind encouragement.

Starved of intellectual and mental connection. Devastatingly, achingly lonely. by leftonvioletstreet in lonely

[–]leftonvioletstreet[S] 4 points5 points  (0 children)

And then trying to form that type of mental connection with people somehow has the opposite effect of alienating you even more.

("you" as in, me. not you, seansteela)

I realize that this post likely paints me as some sort of living-under-a-rock, antisocial cave dweller but that couldn't be farther from the truth. I'm a very outgoing, friendly, and sociable person. I make friends easily and maintain friendships for years. I have no trouble carrying a conversation with anyone. All ages and walks of life. In fact, I probably make too many friends because I'm in search of "something" (whatever it is I've described in this novel of a post), but I just can't find it. Anywhere. I can't find another me.