You gotta look at it this way, friend… There is an era of my life, now I don’t hard dislike or wish I’ll will on EVERYONE from that era, but that “era” of my life is not really one I look back on fondly. Its not anything serious, I don’t feel done wrong by, it’s just not my thing. I don’t feel it is anyway, and that’s all that matters. I am trying to think of a way to describe what hanging around with you would be like to me. I can’t, it’s on the tip of my tongue, but it would be unpleasant. It’s not where I want to be. A chore. It’s like sitting in a dentists chair.
It’s one of those things it wasn’t my choice, it had to happen at the time, it was out of my control so I made the best of it at the time but I was never quite all in. Do you know what I mean?
When I got the chance, the opportunity, I felt the time was right, circumstances forced me to look at things differently and I saw an open door… I walked through it.
With no intention of waking back in. No intention. I mean what I say, I would probably rather sit by myself Ina vegetative state doing nothing than to spend 5 minutes in your presence. That’s how I feel. That’s just me. It’s not a place I want to be. It’s the opposite. I know what it’s like to want to be around someone, it’s the opposite. It would be a chore. It would be unpleasant. For me anyway.
