Before a Movie and a Party
The results of being a recluse for a couple of years are starting to catch up with me. Almost every single social event I've attended recently, I could give you long dissertations on many of those present, yet they didn't recognise me. I know so many of the people in this city, but it seems that they are forgetting about me. It's really weird having people asking "Have we met?" and I have to hold back "I know more about you than probably many of those you call friends." Doesn't help my lingering feeling of dissasociation, like the watcher from behind a one-sided mirror. I think it might be time to integrate, start actually interacting with humans again. Maybe not, but it might be time.
I don't take well to being ditched, even when it's not on purpose. Too much pride.
Currently Reading: Zodiac by Neil Stevenson