I've been reading a lot of posts of sadness and loneliness lately. Maybe I'm sensitive to this, because I've been writing my own posts of despair lately.
Either way, I wanted to write to everyone to say that you aren't alone, and, even if no one does or wants to understand, there is at least one person here who completely empathizes, no matter what your reason is.
If anyone wants to talk about it, this is the thread to do it. I, and I'm sure many other people here, would be willing to lend an ear (or in this case, lend an eye).
Anyway, from one melancholic person to the next, I wish you all the best that life has to offer!
Melon
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"He had lived through an age when men and women with energy and ruthlessness but without much ability or persistence excelled. And even though most of them had gone under, their ignorance had confused Roy, making him wonder whether the things he had striven to learn, and thought of as 'culture,' were irrelevant. Everything was supposed to be the same: commercials, Beethoven's late quartets, pop records, shopfronts, Freud, multi-coloured hair. Greatness, comparison, value, depth: gone, gone, gone. Anything could give some pleasure; he saw that. But not everything provided the sustenance of a deeper understanding." - Hanif Kureishi, Love in a Blue Time
Either way, I wanted to write to everyone to say that you aren't alone, and, even if no one does or wants to understand, there is at least one person here who completely empathizes, no matter what your reason is.
If anyone wants to talk about it, this is the thread to do it. I, and I'm sure many other people here, would be willing to lend an ear (or in this case, lend an eye).
Anyway, from one melancholic person to the next, I wish you all the best that life has to offer!
Melon
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"He had lived through an age when men and women with energy and ruthlessness but without much ability or persistence excelled. And even though most of them had gone under, their ignorance had confused Roy, making him wonder whether the things he had striven to learn, and thought of as 'culture,' were irrelevant. Everything was supposed to be the same: commercials, Beethoven's late quartets, pop records, shopfronts, Freud, multi-coloured hair. Greatness, comparison, value, depth: gone, gone, gone. Anything could give some pleasure; he saw that. But not everything provided the sustenance of a deeper understanding." - Hanif Kureishi, Love in a Blue Time
