Someone to listen

I have so much to say, so much to write, so much to sing, so much to cry. But when I turn around rejoicing in a new idea or opinion just formed in my mind, there is no one. The recurring fact in my life and the recurring fact with what I write is that there is no one there to listen or to read... Maybe that's why I started this blog, in the hopes of being heard, if only by a few. I have read and heard and felt that all want only for one to keep ones opinions to ones self... but how is that supposed to be? As social beings we humans have a natural instinct to group up and, in "later times" have decided to group up and discuss ideas and opinions. We cannot ignore this fact, and we are drawn to others with the sole intention of sharing, and that is what drives humans to all in life: to power and to love and to live. So I am left here alone yet again with no one to turn to rejoicingly and tell them all about what I am and feel. Admittedly, my environment is a very influencing factor, and being alone has only started to affect me recently at seeing what others have all around me, something immaterial that I cannot seem to acquire, probably also due to the fact that I do not feel as comfortable with the technology and ways of our era. I abhor texting and the telephone, and feel that Skype is to unreal and barely use these methods of communication unless absolutely necessary. I would much rather send an email or a letter (albeit my handwriting is horrendous and no one really likes it..., perhaps typing machine?) . The joy of writing phrases in prose with long, complicated, and beautiful words written correctly. Such methods are (sadly) a bit antiquated or too formal for ninety nine percent of the population. Perhaps that is why I have named myself M. Gustave, as I am most surely living in another time, long gone, where people talked to each other directly and wrote long, beautiful letters pouring their hearts out in long lines of prose. Perhaps I merely fantasize... everything a dream, unreal... Too far from reality... But I would very much like to sustain the illusion for as long as I can...

M. Gustave