i don't know what it is

status check - rambling
background ambiance - s.o., s.o.

i'm never opposed to an increase in writing, particuarly when the writing is presented as well as has become customary with the sedaris-worshipping one. i enjoy being able to read someone else's rants and rambles, especially since they provide some form of insight into the mind of someone i respect. and considering that i'm dwelling in my relatively confined corner of the world (i enjoy making new england my playground, but would love to extend beyond its borders every now and again), it's nice to be able to look out onto another part of the world (a globe-hopping look, no less).

but when i'm through with being selfish, i focus more on what's being said and what i read between the lines. and lately, i've been feeling for the author. much as i can feel for someone i've never spoken to before (thanks to the wonders in technology, i have to change the standard "someone i've never met" - as i now know some smashing people that i've never had the chance to meet face to face - part of that whole confined new england bit).

i'm constantly writing. the same goes for him. but my output increases exponentially with my boredom/loneliness/frustration. even more so when i don't feel like i have an emotional outlet or - worse - a reason to be upset. my notebook or (lately) my keyboard becomes my punching bag.

he seems to be punching much more the past couple of weeks.

he needs some time off. but i get the sense that, like me, he's one of those wanderlusty types. he had the potential to take time off earlier this summer and instead goes on this crazy (but delightful) tour across the country. he says he'd like to spend time in his apartment doing nothing, but i say the same thing. and when a couple of free days come 'round, i'm off on a roadtrip somewhere.

i don't know what he needs, but it seems like he's certainly in need of something.

***overanalysis and intruding into a stranger's life concluded, we now return to your business day***