you know that feeling you get when you think something, but you’re not sure, and then, suddenly, something happens that confirms it… but you didn’t really want it to be confirmed?
well that’s the feeling i have at this moment.
i don’t usually talk about this kind of thing, because it seems kind of silly. or reveals me as entirely too optimistic about life and others in general. or maybe both.
i’m not sure i’m going to go into detail on it right now, other than to say it is sometimes depressing to realize how my own habits impede my interest in knowing others.
i think the monks have it right… and i’m just about convinced i should find a cave. i suppose my cocoon of an apartment will serve.
likely as well.