A person who stops writing is no writer. A driver who stops driving is no driver. A teacher who stops teaching is no more a teacher.
How can you stop writing anything at all, and then expect words to jump out into paper and screen? You cannot.
Admission
In life I've done alright.
I've had good friends, and good people I want to be with.
So this is an admission that I don't know how to talk, approach, or act around people that I really like, the sort of people that one would think of spending a lifetime with. And it's OK. That makes me not want to have a stable life and it's aok. It's mildly sad, but not particularly unfair or bad. Just sheer dumb stupid luck on things I know and things I don't know.
In a different life I would like to be able to talk to people that I can imagine spending a lifetime with on the first meeting. Or being able to interact with them reasonably at all. Yeah. Bye.
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