Monday, September 13, 2010

Extroversion, You Bastard...

I've crawled out of my shell once or twice since returning to the city. It's usually at the behest of others, but I force myself to join, to put up this facade of socializing, of caring, of needing the external reaffirmation from people that don't even know I exist.

Perhaps that's a bit cynical. But I've noticed that the ladies of Ottawa by and large seem to have great trouble distinguishing between assholes and real people. Maybe it's just because they are people - flawed as usual. Wasted nights.

Introspection is occurring. I don't know if it will effect my outlook or myself or the book, but it's something small. At least for now.