Is apathy really so bad?
A friend once said that apathy was one of her best friends. I’m beginning to think that I might very well agree with her.
It would probably seem like quite an unlikely picture, me being the sappy dreamer that I am. My friends would either laugh at me or think that something has seriously gone wrong.
But I guess it’s not really that far-off an idea, you know, for a sentimental, head-in-the-clouds type of individual to see the other side as sanctuary when being haunted by aching, lingering pain. I sure would hightail it there, if it meant asylum.
Sometimes I just get so weary of certain circumstances. Have you ever felt that it’s so unfair when, here you are, in pursuit of your own bliss, and events or people around you are unwittingly trying their damnedest to sink you back into despair?
It’s not fair to have to depend on other people for your happiness. It leaves you open and vulnerable to disillusionment. And I tell you, that cuts like a freshly sharpened stainless steel knife.