RE: Waterworks
08-23-2017, 06:54 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-01-2017, 06:38 AM by LuFa.)
Blegh. You really need to get off your ass and do something meaningful for once. You thought you had something going on, but as you sat back and kinda just... let yourself go. Then, after a while, you get up to take a look around and realize that the world's left you behind.
(07-19-2017, 05:50 PM)Wheat Wrote: »hey connie got any friends, or maybe hobbies? try those, or get some by joining an activity club
better than doing the whole self-destructive angsty wallowing-in-regrets-and-helplessness thing
Well, there was José... You should have been up front with him and actually offered to do something together that didn't involve you being miserable.
As far as hobbies go... Your bathroom could use a bit of a tune-up. You used to be so meticulous when cleaning it. However, because it was so perfect, no one (including yourself) ever really wanted to use it. After a while, you guess you just gave up. What's the point in cleaning something that will just get dirty again?
Still, that's no excuse for your current behaviour. You can do whatever you want. You could pull a virtual reality helmet out of a vending machine right now and connect to the internet. That's where everyone is these days. People from all over the world join up to live, learn, dream and create together. Musicians host digital concerts where millions attend. Art is painted, programs are written... There will always be someone or something that will be there for you.
...Except it isn't real. You're a bit hung up on that part.
One argument that you keep giving yourself is that the people are real, and so are the relationships that you have with them. A rational person would agree, but to be frank, you're having a little bit of trouble suspending your disbelief.
Anyway, it looks like you've reached the "bus stop".
Technically, these aren't traditional busses. They're more like shuttles that literally get shot to other terminals. Imagine a cross between a maglev and a bullet train, and then remove the track. That's the sort of stuff you're dealing with here. That, and garbage cans that can pass the Turing test.
You enter the terminal. Things are so quiet, you wager there's likely a shuttle already docked in there, just waiting for someone to board it so it can go somewhere.
You can go anywhere you want, but you always find yourself bouncing back and forth between nothing and nowhere-in-particular. The day begins with you sulking over breakfast and ends with you in bed, your body too preoccupied with your self-medicated alcohol poisoning to offer up any surprises. You could do this forever. But did you ever want to?
You should pull Slick's helmet out of storage again. It's been a while, maybe it'll do you some good to see him again.