Dear Diary,
I’m grappling with an emotion I can’t quite understand: part of me feels like I’m just whining, yet another part values the acknowledgment of one’s emotions. I’m not sure if it’s one or the other, or perhaps a mix of both. I lament my lack of friends and often blame my lifestyle. But upon reflection, perhaps it’s never been truly fulfilling for extended periods. I’ve always been unique, and no single friend could cater to all my facets. I had various friends for different aspects of my life, which might align with some psychological profile, though I’m not sure which one. It’s been a while since I’ve felt a deep connection with a friend, assuming I’ve ever truly felt that.
People disappoint, people hurt, people betray. These considerations are depressing, and I wish I could shake them off.
Perhaps these experiences unconsciously push me to avoid others, whereas if I take awareness of this, I might find out that I also long for connection. So, it might become a matter of daring, of “doing vulnerability” (as per one of the books I’m currently reading), of taking some risks, for reaping possible rewards.
That’s an interesting insight that came out from writing here in this diary!