Oh nothing.. really...

As usual I come here, seeking the shadow of a purpose under sunlight. I haven't written a title for this entry yet.

These days, my entire self has been embroiled in primitive, unfazed id. Well, the people on TED call the part of the brain which is the main culprit for procrastination a primitive part of the brain. I wouldn't call my current state primitive, it's dressed from head to toe in facebook. However, the bareness of it all, the complete nakedness of my actions from any self-control, is primitive.

I decided something. I do not want my relationships to be defined by FB. I do not want my friendships to be controlled so much by facebook. I dislike talking to someone I can actually meet, on fb. It pushes me deeper into this voluminous worry and certainty that we are not compatible. We will not be compatible. The more I speak to particular people on fb, the more distant I feel. Initially, the ice is broken, but when the fluid becomes so thin, the relationship loses flavour, it is just buoyant expectations with little remnants of whatever fragments of reality there ever were.

Perhaps I should stop talking to you. I do not like this certainty of us not knowing what we really should know about each other.

Like I said once... relationships are nature. They are forever moving, never static. All forms of love is expansion. Relationships cannot remain at standstills, they most move ahead. If we were to fade off a natural death, then so be it. If we are to survive the cold winds of distance and icy absence, then we will.