It seems only natural that when I change my environment, I gently but gradually drift away again. The changes have been friends, activities, places, items, jobs, anything that you could possibly change in ones life. Why does it have to be like this? I bore too easy... numbness sets in. Emotionless. The only things that get me to feel any type of emotions are ones of extremes. I've been told that I'm an extremist... everything I do doesn't seem to be extreme, but to others... I guess it is. Seriously everyone around me does nothing but talk talk talk about the same 4 things over and over. If it's not one of those 4 things, it's complaining about something or someone. But you know what they do about it? Not a DAMN FUCKING THING! This is literally everywhere I've gone. Work. Home. Out. Anywhere! Why is there so much talk but so little action?! It's come to the point that with no one to do anything with (besides bitching, drugs or vegging out in front of the T.V.) that I feel I'm better off alone. I mean, it's something I've lived with for over half my life, and I seem to get more done that way anyways. The lone wolf... Batman with no Robin... It'll just be me and my shadow, forever asking questions and trying to find the answer. Somethings can't be answered, but that's why you move to the next question. Who knows, maybe one day I'll find someone who's just as interested in the worlds questions as I am and actually willing to get down to the fundamentals of things. If not, I'll probably become some kind of mad scientist... or maybe an animal hoarder. (not really) Until then, I'm a puppy in a hedge maze, climbing the walls and seeing no end to the madness.