These are days of existence. My muse has not been awakened in several months. I have no romantic interests whatsoever, not even casual ones, a rare happenstance for me. I don’t like coasting. My passions are absent. I have hobbies, and I maintain the status quo, but I have the sense not to let my interests, such as the car, music, or old films, develop into full-blown obsessions. I said one day I would write my epic… Perhaps this is the time, my life uncluttered by extraneous emotions, to plunge into its creation. Perhaps.
No love???
No romantic interests whatsoever? hast thou given up on the love of his life in Africa……..even though the girl whom loves him more than herself……messed up quite a few times……dost thou still have no love for her? you can tell me I won’t tell.or perhaps this answer you would liek to keep hidden….plus we talked and I told her not to expect anything to return when she got home…..just to want to be friends…..and I think she is a wise one and listened to me!
Sorry about the shakesperean lan. I love writing like that…….
An epic hmmmmmm, thou hast caught my interest:)
I like the Shakespearean speak. Thou dost quite well :o)
I’ll talk to you later about the rest.
oh thou canst wait for that talk too.
“come out of the garden baby, you’ll catch your death in the fog”
sigh… I know the feeling, apathy. at least you have more sense about your obsessions than I ;)
so what will your epic be about?
I don’t know what my epic will be about… It’s a mystery. And I’ve found sense to be like an emotion–it comes and goes with a disheartening alacrity… So my interest level in my hobbies varies considerably, from mild apathy to full-blown obsession. It’s inconstant, like most things in my life… C’est la vie :o)