Bly

Highly self-aware people struggle with addiction. They feel fucking everything. These mediocre surface level things can never ever satisfy their minds. They'll laugh with you. They'll nod and smile, but inside their heart is burning. Burning for more depth. More authenticity. They have obsessions nobody around them shares. They want to talk about philosophy, literature, psychology, quantum physics, books, music, films, conspiracy theories. Things they've gone so deep into that ordinary conversation just don't do it for them. And all they get is the "weather". Who won the game. Politics. Just that rotten small talk. And small talk feels like suffocation. So... they escape. They drink. Smoke. Work until 2 am. Doomscroll till they're so tired that they feel nothing. There this gap between who you actually are and the people available to you. And that gap is one of the loneliest places a person can live in.