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Everytime we get free time....we hide in our cave. We got the day off and Mardi Gras parades are all over the city and I can't make myself be part of the community participation event...I always feel so alien and out of place.
The weekends and evenings you will catch me here, dwelling in my cave...leaving only if I have to for food and beer....but to quickly return in case of being spotted or seen. A recluse from life. I don't understand this fear...or hold back from enjoying life for a change like everyone else. We even have a hard time going just outside our cave. This is mental illness. Only doable plans for today is to go get food and beer...then to work tomorrow. |
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Its carnival masquarade I think today in my town. I took courage to take a longer walk to see the dresses; and stared into a pretty girl whose face was painted blue like an alien. I think she smiled at me. Or maybe I imagined.
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I think the cave dweller is the alter that is. Not me.
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