Camping in the driveway
Origins As per usual in my life, it seems that I’m only grasping towards the mountaineering rope only when I’m teetering off the cliff. This time is no different as I proverbially grasp for dear life when facing the rocks below. Yes, this is a most obvious exaggeration although it doesn’t seem that way sometimes when you’re in the moment. Perhaps I’m just oblivious to the comparative state I’m actually in. I don’t know. Truth be told, I’m quite an anxious person given to breaking down when the world socks me in the jaw as I race towards its fist. I am also very sensitive to high-pitched noises as well as interruptions when I’m trying to concentrate. I think that these idiosyncratic parts are leading me to my devolvement as a person. Nobody seems to be taking any of this seriously. They must think that I’m joking or being manipulative. I don’t want people to know these things, but it’s probably obvious to everyone while I’m simultaneously being oblivious to their observations abou