March 28, 2010

  • The saying goes that "no man is an island," but I'm starting to think that I might be better off being "an island." I'm just a little bit frustrated sometimes at the reality of the fact that nobody can be the same. That rule of nature reminds me too much that I personally don't have that much in common with a lot of people I know. I've always been sort of the odd one out in my family. In my marriage, I love my wife and all, but we really don't have many things in common. My close friends are my buds, but we hardly think the same way the majority of the time. Friends that I share common interests with are the ones that I don't get to see often in the first place. Most of my co-workers are from a different generational age, and that will always be sort of a dividing line in the end. I do so many things of my personal interests by myself, that I'm starting to get too used to the fact that I'm alone most of the time. Not to mention, my opinions aren't things that everybody shares either, and I've had some "epic" discussions/arguments lately, which only drives the point that I general feel alone in this world.

    I know, this blog post sounds very "emo" of me. So cue the violin, and call the waahhmbulance. Whatever.