Would you believe it if I told you I cried today. I might be a little over-arousaled, to use a less feminizing military term, but it was personal, for my father.
Welcome to my life. :\
Years of having no friends and no "normal" interests have made me very shy, which of course brings us to your situation now. I have no friends to do stuff with.
Do you live in a vast concrete city? I am sorry for you if it is true, but in these isolated times, nature provides plenty. I truly enjoy watching birds such as DaVinci does, he speaks in his diaries. I hope to breath new fire into our souls one day, though being a small part of the greater good is all that is necessary.
I will share my pain earlier today. It was an outburst like many before it over the countless backs, strained and beaten, of many fathers since the industrialized age beckoned "progress." Where once Americans may have had simpler lives tending land and family, we now serve and industrialized nation, that in the early years did produce much of the good, but now only strains us to keep in line, chokes our world in progressive development, and yet all we really need is food, earth under our feet, and family. Industry can now be mastered by a fraction of the population that our government is telling us must be kept at a ridiculous status quo.
If any of you think these words are insincere, read them again, they are bare, contextless. There is only the isolated glow of our progress before you.