The faux-intellectual strikes again...
Now why can't I be one of those amazing people that has some sort of artistic talent (beyond doodling stick figures, that is?) Or one of those people who are the *true* hermits, the true bohemians and true artists. I feel like I'm the faux-intellectual starving to be a real intellectual (please, no Pinocchio jokes). I feel like no matter where I am...I never really fit in.I've made a home for myself here, with all of you...in a place where I don't have to be brave and show my face, my pain and my vulnerability to people. In a place where I can be whoever I want to be yet still hold myself back. Do you think that's a complex, or something?I just want to get so far away from here. And that restlessness is probably natural but I just feel like...I'm never going to find home. I'm never going to feel like I'm home or like I belong. I wish I knew how to learn to drop all my hang-ups and just find a place to belong.