flâneur

it never ends - - by vincent huang - a slice of my mind

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the feeling of being on the outside looking in, of not knowing how to introduce yourself, of trying to speak only to have your throat run dry and your lips sealed and your face flushing brighter and brighter with embarrassment. standing alone and searching for other people to talk to only to find that everyone else is already occupied, joining in conversations only to be rebuffed, ignored, talked over - how many times must i burn before i stop trying to play with fire?

the feeling of being on the outside looking in, of not knowing how to introduce yourself, of trying to speak only to have your throat run dry and your lips sealed and your face flushing brighter and brighter with embarrassment. standing alone and searching for other people to talk to only to find that everyone else is already occupied, joining in conversations only to be rebuffed, ignored, talked over - how many times must i burn before i stop trying to play with fire? went to a retreat for interact last weekend. basically they gather ~100 young tech-adjacent people to hang out in the woods…

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