i get hammered & rant on StP..
then folks say they love me, & i say i love them, & after that i dun feel lonely anymore..
just loved
& fucking doomed
; )
For what it's worth
@creature i loved that post. It's one of the best posts on the thread among some truly great posts, it's both true and funny (or I guess it's true, u said it).
I knew the lonely would be there waiting when I started. I knew the lonely would be there in all sizes of cities, in every state I went. I knew it would follow me from the valleys to the mountain tops. There was no doubt in my mind that it would be there waiting. What surprised me was how all encompassing it can be.
Its always there, the little lonely, but DAMN, sometimes it seems like it's all I can feel. Sometimes that feeling goes on for days - which in the liminal time that I've found myself living in since I hit the road, seems like months. Reading at the library only goes so far. Sometimes hiking actually makes it worse.
That's one of reasons I get on here. People who haven't lived this life can't begin to comprehend a conversation even half this deep. That's another problem that I have. The longer I travel the less I can relate to the 'normal' people of the world, even old friends from the life before.
(Everytime i get a new job and explain how I'm living people look at me like I've just grown a dick in the middle of my forehead. How do relate to that?) It really is two lives. I look at how I was and how I am and can't believe it's the same person. There are so many advantages and disadvantages to both lives that's sometimes it's hard to know which one is 'better'.
I absolutely agree with @ephermalstick -
It does wonders for my writing but damn does it suck for my overall well-being.
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Sometimes I wonder if the writing is worth it as well.
How do I deal with it? I wish I knew a better way to tell you. I do just about everything on here that everyone's already described. I try not to drink (I still do, just try to limit it) bc I don't want it to become a crutch. Now the sex part I try at every opportunity. It's not just the physical act of sex for me though. It's more of the intimate connection for however long that lasts. Whether it's a night, a week, or a month I know it's not going to last when I start but in the mean time the bond that forms helps to get me through life, however superficial that bond may be.
Working actually helps. It gets my mind off of it while I'm there and the money let's me eat a little better. It always helps not to starve the brain. I have found one thing that may have not been mentioned. I tend to form much stronger friendships, where I share more of myself than I used to, with the people at work that don't think I'm a dickface. I know that when I leave I'll never hear from them again but I accept it bc I'll form different friendships, more quickly, at the next town I go to. Sometimes those friendships only last during working hours. When it's time to go home, they go to their house, I go to one of my mountains and that's ok too.
Two more things and I'll stop crying in my beer, it's watered down by now.
First: Even when I was living my first life the lonely was there. The lonely didn't happen near as often, nor did it come on nearly as strong but it was there.
Second:. DOOMSDAY PREPPERS. These people spend obscene amounts of money buying supplies, guns, and ammo prepping for the end of humanity. They want to be able to ride out the end in their million dollar bunker and shoot anyone that tries to take what's theirs. If what they're prepping for ever happens, they'll be their own worst enemy. You can't hide away from lonely and last I heard there's no known firearm, or bullet, or booby trap in the world that can kill lonely. They have no idea of the lonely that's waiting!
Sorry, I guess I didn't help you, I just whined a lot. Maybe it just helps for you to know that you aren't the only one feeling this way.
Ok, one more thing then I'll stf up. So I'm sitting on a bench in a park or I'm sitting in any parking lot in my truck. I'm minding my own business reading or messing with the phone. I look up and make eye contact with someone walking by whose looking at me and they quickly look away trying to keep me from knowing that they were looking in the first place. I know what that's about and it increases the lonely more than I ever imagined. Whether they believe it or not I AM a person. Whether the believe this or not I want nothing from them, except a little conversation would be nice. If they don't want to talk it's not like I'm going to chase them down to talk about something stupid like the weather. I know, who the fuck cares what they think? Except, for this particular interaction/situation my mind doesn't seem to work that way.