I have been reading a lot these days. The times I'm not in class I'm reading. Sometimes in class I'm reading. At other times I'm writing. It seems to be getting a bit out of hand and I seem to be getting a bit out of my mind. I do mean that literally. It does scare me sometimes when I think about how anti-social I seem to have become. Is it the arrogance of youth or is it a more stranger malaise. I wish I had the answer for that as it would go a long way in explaining this strange play. The first act included a lot of characters. The second one, just me.
I don't think I can blame the people for my behaviour. Yes, I guess I'm arrogant but not that much. So I will just blame myself. For this ever increasing disconnection from the real world. But I'm not sorry. There, I'm being arrogant again. I should probably take that back. But I won't. Sometimes even I can tell the truth.
So where will I end up if I continue like this. Probably all alone sometime pretty soon. When my youth is no more. For the simple reason that youth seeks youth. Or maybe I will end up with a wife and three kids. Or maybe with a cat and three dogs. Or maybe with just my books and writing. Seems like I'm already there...
