fear___pondering_others amy adaptability i fear other people's thoughts far more than i fear death, or life, or possibility. (but it's possible i hear too much of other people's thoughts) so why am i here? overcoming? what if it makes it worse? no one can reassure anyone else of anything. particularly in this 100% thought-zone. i know that for a fact. so? avoidance? solitude? does it make sense what i'm saying? no i'm no misanthrope, but.... people aren't perfect. i'm solid on that one. almost everybody can be pretty nasty to one another. why put up with the good, the bad, or the ugly from you know the random random random factor. i expect so much more out of people though. my semi rural high school was so un-with-it. they made me think i was off the map, a freak, an outlier. i am not super-great. lack of good friendships around that time got me started on this road. minimal dating. no long term relationships. illness. hopes dashed. next time please. that was too hard. oh yeah! i'm in the depressed zone. people should never start to be my friend and then turn out to be perfectly awful. that shit is so unaffordable. (not you, the other guy) i am not going to my high school reunion. nope. that mascot is awful and they should change it. i can't think of a worse mascot. (but i also don't want to see people, well-meaning or not. i don't want to update my files. i don't want any potential dates from that crowd.) 130216 what's it to you? who go blather from