Go on another date with yourself

I realized I only write when I’m very happy or very sad. Today, I’m very happy. But I’m sad I’m not writing this on paper- there is something about the physical act of putting pen to paper as you try to express the many many thoughts on your mind. Is wealth offensive? Or is flaunting your wealth offensive? Am I difficult to love? How can someone feel the same happiness in company & in solitude? In the case you do, which do you choose? Why? I’m continuing to feel this foreign sense of fulfillment every time I take myself out. And leave my earphones at home. Continuing to find happiness in experiencing art. Art helps me reflect, solitude helps me reflect. Remind myself who I am and where I stand. I started writing this blog to get better at writing- after years of no practice. But it has become a personal -public diary, with no regard to grace, style or taste. Excuse my incredibly raw feelings as they lay splayed out for you. Music played as I left the theater, along with a swarm of people. Some people quietly walked, some chatted excitedly with friends “I would see it again.” Three homeless people sat outside, two with cups and one with a violin. People passed by them with playbills in hand, lost in their own worlds. Lost in our own worlds. Is wealth offensive? Or is flaunting it?