I ain't no Pollyanna.

That there is no Boston Psychogeographical Society active in the city. Or maybe I should put it another way...there has to be somewhere at the end of the walk even if it is a twisted nail with a sign reading YOU ARE THERE in red lipstick letters.

Until I read this!

I hope it doesn't go this way, but if it does, I'll just go into a brief hermitage for three years and then have a real life again. Worst of all? I'm stuck talking through all this with you lunkheads...

That was all coming from a dark and disrespectful place, Nora, and I didn't appreciate it.

Apologize!

I am sorry that I implied that hermits do not have "real" lives. They are people too, even though they generally eschew the company of society and do not fall under society's standards of interaction or activity. I understand that it is often a valid choice of the hermit to disenroll from society and that it in no way reflects a pathology. It is a life decision, and just as the life decisions of more social people deserve to be respected, I should respect the decisions of hermits.
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never again, my dear, shall we come dancing here...
we'll play guitar and video games.

Gee, so sorry you have to stoop to the level of talking to us hermit lunkheads...

I thought you were cool, Nora Rocket, but now I see you only post here because you don't have anything "better" to do. Well, we'll let you get back to your "exciting" life making things with butter, or whatever it is exactly that you "do."

...is that text comes across, but often tone does not.

What I meant to get at with my statement about the worst part being talking to y'all was that I can't talk about it with my ostensive *life partner* because *she* doesn't care to hear my negativity about our current geography. I personally am lame for venting to strangers because I can't actually talk to the person I should be able to talk to. That's the big rub I was aiming for in this post: that the person I'm supposed to be able to share everything with is not up for this sharing.

This situation puts the lie to the ideal of the self-contained, all-sustaining two-person relationship as the base unit of humanity. One cannot get everything they need from just one other person. But that's another incendiary blog post for another day...

And, "lunkheads?" What would you like to hear, Todd? I can't unsay it; I don't think a lunkhead is a bad thing to get called. I don't think you're somehow less worthy. I don't think I could be doing something better. Unless you think "something better" could include watching my neutered cat get his freak on with the fleece blanket, because that's the main attraction in the house right now.

Thanks for putting me on page two, by the way.

I can't stay mad at you, Butter Girl.

i think you're unalone in this

every place [i go?] is like that a littlebit [i believe wholeheartedly].
i live in this fake big city (le charlotte, nc) which unless you love bank of america a whole lot or maybe nascar and bars with lots of afterwork 5:30 kids-with-upturnedcollars it took me forever to get to the inside of it, and now i see all these great secret places

it's a far cry from boston, of course, which is purportedly amazing- but it's inspired me.
i'm sure you'll find all the quiet or loud small places soon.

It's understandable.

I moved to Portland, Oregon, which a lot of people like for a lot of reasons. But, even though my partner feels completely at home, I feel rueful about being in a place that is ethnically quite homogeneous.

And, good grief, but there are a lot of Dunkin Donuts in the NE. Weird.