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pulling weeds

8th May 2012, 11:19 AM in WANDER - the hitchhiking story
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uradhere 8th May 2012, 11:19 AM edit delete
August 2010

So I went back to the farm, Steven and Michelle were glad to have me back. I felt stupid and embarrassed over the idea of returning to colorado, but my heart was all busted and I needed some respite from the whole experience. What I learned about myself and the world was valuable and made the Adventure a battered success, although at the time it looked like a failure.

Yes I am a social creature. I need people fiercely. I need friends and enemies and strangers and a tribe. I need them all. this'll take more thinking. i'll get back to this

Steven and Michelle were outstanding
i love them so

EDIT 2012: It really was the loneliness that killed me. the harsh living wasnt hard at all by comparison. I think I sorta brought the loneliness on myself inna way, i was kinda just.. in my own world the whole time, wasnt connecting with people like I should've. I dunno. I've also come to understand that with out having other people around, i dont feel ..real. like im only really existing if I've got people with me. hm, I'll wake up tomorrow and change my mind about the whole thing.
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binarywizard1011 8th May 2012, 4:27 PM edit delete reply
So... didja go back or didja STAY AND FIND THE CRYSTAL SWORD OF ADVENTURE...!?
SotiCoto 28th Jul 2012, 1:28 PM edit delete reply

All this talk of the lonelies and stuff...

I've often wondered what "lonely" feels like. Seems like a bit of an alien sensation to me. Probably not something I'd want to feel anyway.
I LOVE being alone for weeks or months on end. ^_^ ... Shame I never get to any more.
Flyby 5th Jun 2015, 11:25 AM edit delete reply
I can kind of relate on not feeling real. I've never spent as much alone time at once as you, but I've been working nights for a hotel in the middle of no where for a year now and you start to think and feel some odd things once enough time passes in silence by yourself.
Do I exist? Is anything real? Am I in another universe? Have I actually died here and now I'm just continuing my job in a different plane? Of course that dives into a whole different realm of things.
I guess for some, existence and reality need to be confirmed by others so we're sure we're not just in our minds?

It's also different of course because I have a few people around me, they're just in their own worlds too behind closed doors. Possibly having the same thoughts. It's funny in a way