Once introduced, I find that I am particularly stoic to death. Yet, when it comes to the little things, I become very distraught and I tend to blow things out of proportion. Why is that?
Maybe it's an emotional imbalance, my internal drama-o-meter is flipped around. Or maybe it's the little things that I can handle; that the bigger things are too much for me that I just cannot connect to them. What does that say about me then? I'll fret over missing a movie because I broke my legs in some non-descript accident?
Maybe my subconscious simply doesn't allow me to become emotionally attached because if I'm such a basket case when a girl rejects me, how I am I supposed to handle something as monumental as death?
¡Listen Up!
- The Ben
- Camrose/Ponoka, Alberta, Canada
- Quietly cynical, socially despondent, remotely interested. And that's a typical tuesday. I am quite introverted around strangers but I get comfortable fast. I love my movies, my family, my music, and my ideals. I hate fakes, pop music, and mushrooms. Oh, and I'm really a nice guy once you get to know me, if you get to know me.
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