Reflections, opinions, rants; incoherence, randomness, brokenness -- from one who is silent and reticent.
I am an unpolished gemstone, obscure, without zest for life, buried in the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Seekers of mysteries and wonders come to admire the iridescent glory of the gold and multicoloured stones, never to lay a second look on my kind and me. Will you partake of this cup I offer you? Or will you tantalize me, gracing me with your presence only to turn away at last? I shall remain here till the end of time, but will you be there for me?... Let silence and reticence be my one answer to all things...
Link: The Gregarious Brain
Interesting article on a cognitive disorder that causes, among other things, a lack of social fear. As a social phobic, I see great contrast and similarities. I'd love to meet one of these people myself.
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