Loneliness and the human condition.
As i sit here, waiting for my macaroons to finish baking, I turned towards introspection in my life. I don't particularly think my life has been special, if anything my life's been nothing but hardships until i was 22. Even as I write this, 26 years of age, living on my own with my cats, planning my second trip to Japan, i can't help but think back on all that i was, all that i am and all that i fear of becoming. When i was a kid, as you may surmise from seeing my posts, i was anything but a normal kid. I was weird as fuck essentially and kids are not particularly understanding to weirdness, shit adults aren't much better either if we're being honest. As such i didn't understand why i had to be the subject of ridicule, not until i grew older and began understanding the inner social machinations. So much of my childhood was painful and lonely, i had very little family to speak of, some aunts that came and went, grandparents were dead or wanted nothing t...