Guilt. It’s a thing that appear from time to time. Being secular, I’m not quite sure of the details but I suspect I would have been a natural Catholic — apart from the whole follow orders from a silly old man in an even sillier hat deal.
This time, it’s guilt about communication. Or lack of it as I at time grow silent even though I don’t want to. Not really. It’s just that small talk has never been a skill I’ve been well versed in and on Internet that’s even worse. The thing si I don’t want to be that quiet, I want to talk about lots of things but through Internet, that doesn’t work so well at the moment. This guilt that grows from this is even worse in that some people, you’re too fucking far away. And I want to share life and not only words.
Of this silence that happens from time to time, I’m sorry. (Especially to you.)