Intellectual Loneliness
Wading into a bit of philosophy with this one.
The Wolf is tired. The Wolf is frustrated. The Wolf is burned out. Not of this. Not of art. Not of music. And NEVER of LOVE!
But the Wolf is pressed to speak in 3rd person because it is such a challenge to find intellectually stimulating exchanges in Dust Meridian. The recent workshop exposed something he knew a long time ago, but had a rhythm of life to confront. Circumstances were tolerable because he would leave and travel the world for 2-4 months ever year.
Since the illness-that-shall-not-be-named, that shifted. And since client and volunteer work dried up, the world has gotten even smaller as he no longer has remote interactions.
After stumbling on this comment from who-knows-where (thanks mind-sucking-social-media), it resonated. So, for your consideration.
Please note, that choosing write.as for its lack of social was intentional, he is of late missing the opportunity to have readers comment and shower him with love OR, more likely eviscerate him with trollish commentary.
Either is fine. The opposite of love after all, is not hate, it is indifference!
I digress. The quote on Intellectual Loneliness:
Intellectual loneliness isn't about wanting 'deep talks? It's about realising how few people can tolerate complexity. It's noticing how quickly people rush to have an answer not to understand, but to feel right.
It's watching people form entire worldviews off headlines, vibes, and whatever reels told them last. It's the silence that follows when you say something that doesn't fit neatly into someone's script.
It's not arrogance.
It's exhaustion, from always having to code-switch between what you actually think and what's safe to say around people who shut down at nuance. And no one warns you:
Once your brain learns to stretch, small talk doesn't just bore you, it alienates you.
You're not looking for smart people. You're looking for people who are still thinking.
#confession #100daystooffset #writing
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