IrrelevantThat's how life looks to me. The feeling of isolation, some of it self-imposed, seems to grow each day and I think it's getting tougher the older I get.
This dark blanket of loneliness eager to envelope me and not let go.
My job makes me isolated as the hours of work are unsociable. The rift between members of family has lead me to stay away from them for the sake of some peace & quiet. There is no special person to share the good things in life with.
It's a rut that induces misery, yet I don't seem to care to try and change the situation. It's like submitting to that dark blanket in the hope that one day it will close my eyes so that I can finally have some true restful sleep.
Society hasn't gone mad, it's always been that way. I've stopped consuming most media as it's geared mostly towards pleasant couples and happy families. Too much of that stuff will turn on the tap of depression so that it fully flows like a powerful waterfall and before long you feel like you want to be whisked along by the current until it drowns you.
Phillip Larkin got it right when he talked about mum and dad.