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The Bleh Returns
16 years ago
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I feel fairly alone tonight. It's been building for a while now, actually. I haven't seen any of my friends in months, I don't really chat with anyone anymore, and my family feels distant, somehow, despite being all around me.
Adding to the problem is that sometimes, releasing stories on the Internet feels like I'm just screaming into the ether and nobody can hear me.
I'm used to feeling alone, though. I've felt alone in varying degrees for most of my life. I'm the guy who can be in a bustling party and feel like he's the only person there.
It's not necessarily a bad thing, really. This isn't a cry for help or whatever, you don't need to worry or feel bad for poor old Green. I'm sure in time I'll feel better. I always do, eventually. I like to describe it as like being tied to a really big wheel: sometimes you're at the top, sometimes you're at the bottom.
But it helps, for me anyway, to remember a line from a novel I read a very long time ago, by an author named Lisa Unger. I don't even remember which book it was.
"Writers are first and foremost observers. We watch. We lose ourselves in the watching, and then the telling of the world we find. Often we feel in the fringes, on the margins of life. And that's where we belong. What you are a part of, you cannot observe."
So I read that, and I feel slightly better about my solitude. Then I live up to it by spending my time alone writing, preferably something light-hearted with a happy ending. That too, makes me feel better. It's not much, but it helps me get by. Honestly, I have no idea why I'm sharing this with you guys, I just felt like writing it down I guess.
I'm working on a Dave and Kelly story as we speak. Like I said; light-hearted, happy ending. So we have that to look forward to.
I'll probably put something more positive up here before too long.
-Green.
Adding to the problem is that sometimes, releasing stories on the Internet feels like I'm just screaming into the ether and nobody can hear me.
I'm used to feeling alone, though. I've felt alone in varying degrees for most of my life. I'm the guy who can be in a bustling party and feel like he's the only person there.
It's not necessarily a bad thing, really. This isn't a cry for help or whatever, you don't need to worry or feel bad for poor old Green. I'm sure in time I'll feel better. I always do, eventually. I like to describe it as like being tied to a really big wheel: sometimes you're at the top, sometimes you're at the bottom.
But it helps, for me anyway, to remember a line from a novel I read a very long time ago, by an author named Lisa Unger. I don't even remember which book it was.
"Writers are first and foremost observers. We watch. We lose ourselves in the watching, and then the telling of the world we find. Often we feel in the fringes, on the margins of life. And that's where we belong. What you are a part of, you cannot observe."
So I read that, and I feel slightly better about my solitude. Then I live up to it by spending my time alone writing, preferably something light-hearted with a happy ending. That too, makes me feel better. It's not much, but it helps me get by. Honestly, I have no idea why I'm sharing this with you guys, I just felt like writing it down I guess.
I'm working on a Dave and Kelly story as we speak. Like I said; light-hearted, happy ending. So we have that to look forward to.
I'll probably put something more positive up here before too long.
-Green.
You’ve become immortal. Not physically, might I hearken unto you, but your stories shall last from the point they birthed themselves into the cybernetic world, traveling great distances to reach a monitor.
What keeps my spirits up when I go about my days, realizing that as the sun chases the moon away, that my age is predetermined by the same light that orbits gently around us? Or finding that no mater what I do, duct tape will never fix up my work torn shoes, is that to be in vain? What keeps me so happy?
You. You and a lot of other people that makes the creation of stories, and makes the conception of colors into art. It is these that keeps me going at the jubilant pace that I reside myself in, such that I call a giant dirt clod, what others might call Earth.
Beseeched it is unto those that would live the way we do. You must follow what you feel is right in the world. Stories are what takes me to places that others would frequently visit. I only wish that I could find my ticket, so that one would be so kind as to let me peer into what others delve into there own thoughts, day, after day.
With this in my own mind, I bid you, dear literatureist, a good day, and top ‘o’ the monnin’ to ‘ye.
Regards, Fuzzface.
Ps, it quite funny, actually, I never would have chosen the name “Fuzzface” if I’d never new I was going to be social here. I suppose that proves that even in the loneliest corners-no, wait, that doesn’t make sense. Ah, well, I’m an anthrosapient, and even I cannot predict what I will do in my time.
It does feel good to realize that people like my work. Thanks for reminding me of that.
And hey, I pulled 'TastesLikeGreen' out of the air when I signed up because I wanted to see the red-bordered pics. I didn't start writing for FA until like a year and a half later. :P So I know how it feels to have an odd username.
yep yep! first day i got here, red borders=denied!
"i know how to fix that!" as fuzzface exclaimed, he started to think of a name that would befit for this world he was about to enter. Little did he know, he would be stuck with it.
Immortality for the win!
peace out.
I didn't realize I knew so many people who feel like this. It's interesting.
>_> I don't know how to finish this comment, so I'll just stop writing.