I know the title of this blog post seems a bit contradictory, but allow me to explain and preface the whole thing.
A friend, yes you are one — I am smiling while I recall our conversation on friendship, and I hope to have many more with you — That was a tangent but what I was trying to write was that, my friend and I were having good conversation over tea (as do all great conversations), and I recounted to her the times when I feel the most lonely.
When I find good music and I have this urge to share this new found gem of happiness, but I can not think of anyone to share it with; or rather someone who I know will appreciate it the same way I do and pass the happiness on.
When I find good music and I have this urge to share this new found gem of happiness, but I can not think of anyone to share it with; or rather someone who I know will appreciate it the same way I do and pass the happiness on.
When I find a cute video or a hilarious one, an epic meme or the most sarcastic comment on reddit, and I realize that when I hit the share button, there is no one else.
The whole point from this is that I find joy in sharing happiness with people who can 'relate'. I guess that translates to many things; wanting to be understood, finding/having people of your 'tribe' (as the millennials say) or just having that one friend who you can call at 2 a.m. while you are crying your eyeballs out just because you are going through a very bad case of 'synopsis psychosis'.
Here I am, typing on my computer after going through half a roll of tissue paper, because ... I really do not know. I love that I can write my feelings down but I find myself wishing that this could instead be an honest conversation with someone, with zero awkwardness. This sounds like I'm complaining. I really am not. I have friends. I love them. I'll be okay. Please don't worry.
Text me if you want to talk over tea?
In the meantime, I am leaving links to some good music I've been listening to. <3
