To be or not to be - socially acceptable

Oh dear, it seems that I have found myself at least two more things to write since that list I posted some time ago. And a lot of other things, as a matter of fact. Ladies and gentlemen, whatever they say, a short attention span and writerdom do not go well together. Savvy? What? It WAS talk like a pirate -day t--yesterday (by two hours)!

I have been on my holiday for a grand total of a day now (two weeks to come, woo), and already am feeling the depressing qualities of holidays setting in. A friend of mine poked me in msn and asked what I have been doing/am planning to do for this great duration of two weeks. I frowned, then replied, rather curtly: sims. He proceeded to make me sad by telling me that I am a sad, desperate specimen of human being.

Which, I suppose, is actually rather true. Here I am, sitting my days away by procrastinating imagining things and writing them down, and then not even finishing imagining things but abandoning them because of my imaginative skills failing at a certain point of imagination, therefore lacking in the power of imagination and the will TO SURVIVE. Cookies for anyone who actually understood any of that. But in all seriousness, I suppose he is right. I've never really had a real social life, in which one runs around town for 12 hours a day to fall into bed for the next 12 to run around for the following. I'm just not interested by sacrificing most of my day to entertain myself.

Oh the irony.

No, no, I'd rather sit around here, in my room, with my door closed and with headphones covering my ears, feet on my table and playing sims, watching pictures of bouncing elephants and random videos made by other sad specimens of human being, who, incidentally, usually happen to hate everyone and everything (and I, equally usually, happen to find it amusing). I'd also rather get annoyed and frustrated at myself for accomplishing nothing than actually get out and accomplish anything.

Then again, I guess I might just be too harsh on myself. Even if the society (I always think it's funny how I use that like a swearword - I should really start doing that, since it would confuse people big time come on, it'd be at least a little funny, someone walks up to you and goes "OH SSSSOCIETY") would like me to run around and befriend everyone I meet, or at least a select few, and build some kind of a system of acquaintances or, I don't know, what do they expect me to do? I know that they don't expect me to sit around in my room 24/7 and play Sims 3, because that's not cool and that's kinda sad. And cool people have friends, right?

I do have friends! I really do! Despite the fact that I like to take things off my mind by ranting about them in a blog, I also have more or less real people I can do the same to! Not rant about them in a blog, no, but rant about things to them. And lately, actually, I've had less need to update a blog for those precise reasons - friends who listen to me, rather than me having to let out steam by ranting in a bl--

I don't even know what I'm trying to prove anymore, lawl. I guess I'm being minorly stupid here, attempting to remind myself that being a loner is socially acceptable (sometimes) and that if it makes me happy, it makes me happy, and therefore it must be correct. Let's just not go down the path where causing misery to other people makes some people happy and in my philosophy, that should be correct also. You can't apply someone's mode of thought to another's actions, since someone's actions are born of their own mode of thought, not someone else's, therefore it cannot even be categorised similarly! Hah!

I think I need to get some sleep now. The point of this post? To be honest, I forgot it two paragraphs in.