And I'm not looking for some comments or some random stupid smalltalk on the internet. I'm hungry for connections. Real human connections.
And they're not coming.
Oh I have friends. Good friends. The kind of friends who actually IMPOSE themselves on you (in a good way) and force you out of your shell. They made me go camping with them. They're making me prepare a dinner thing on Thursday. The problem is not that I don't have friends. The problem is that I don't have the right kind of friends. I've been preoccupied thinking about creativity and work and how to get my life on track, and they're all either on track, not giving a fuck about getting on track, or interested entirely different things.
What I need are creative friends interested in creative things that I can have long meaningful discussions with. But they're not there. And now after being jettisoned from the screen writing group I have even less of a connection to that community. And I have to forge one. And I know it.
On a brighter note, the following blog filled me with glee:
A complete review of every magic trick David Blaine has ever performed.
Genius. Sheer genius.