...pass the potatoes.
I have a love/hate relationship with people. There are times when I see divine beauty inside others and their company enhances my life; other times I see ugliness and can't tolerate their presence. Psychologists might say that's a reflection of the way I see myself... or my parents. Perhaps, but I gave up the psychoanalysis crap a long time ago. In the end I found it utterly futile and pointless, raising more questions than answers. All I know is that I am happiest and most myself when I'm alone, and especially so when I'm with animals of the non-human variety or out in the wilderness. Nature is a never-ending source of beauty, comfort, and steadfast friendship for me. In that world I know what to expect because the rules are simple, well-defined, and unchanging. There's no confusion or emotional hurt, only peace and renewal of the spirit. Yet, I can't give up people entirely. I need them in my life too, more than I care to.
"There are moments when all anxiety and stated toil are becalmed in the infinite leisure and repose of nature." - Henry David Thoreau
"On the whole I find the recordings of people more enjoyable than the actual company of people. My best friends are books, DVDs, and mp3s." - Me
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