Pretty much. I find it incredibly depressing. I don't like seeing real people, houses etc. It's all just miserable. You can at least distance yourself from how shit things are if you spend all your time reading books, watching films, pissing about online etc.Do you just not like or enjoy the physical world in any way shape or form?
No joy at all from certain places or in the company of people? Or just not enough to justify the ball aches involved?
I do enjoy that sort of thing, but only if I'm drinking. And I just find the constant failure of communication really draining. All feels a bit futile.Like having a good laugh down the pub, not interested?
I didn't mind it. I just hate Britain, so I don't want to read anything to do with it. The grey extends to our literature.
I was thinking about this last night. It's why I can't really listen to podcasts. People sound much more stupid when they speak than when they write. The constant umming and ahing, tripping over words etc. It's a perpetual struggle to get things out.I do enjoy that sort of thing, but only if I'm drinking. And I just find the constant failure of communication really draining. All feels a bit futile.
Spenners we have literally zero interest in these people, we are from England, none of it makes sense. We like dickens and Austen, a nice pint of landlord, football on a Saturday. We don't need these high flying fuckers
I sort of do know what you mean, it can be tedious/exhausting sometimes if you are in a social situation with people and you'd really rather just be at home on hour phone cos it's too hardI do enjoy that sort of thing, but only if I'm drinking. And I just find the constant failure of communication really draining. All feels a bit futile.