I spent most of the day on Friday and a good part of the early morning Saturday, drinking and talking with someone whose company I enjoy.

I told him at one point, “I’m of the feeling that this world just isn’t for me.”

He pretty vehemently disagreed with me, that I am for this world and I have a lot to offer to others, and that others have a lot, indeed, to offer me. I don’t disagree but I also stand by my feelings. I don’t refute or despise the world I live in (or other people) but I do try to keep a sort of detachment from it all, I try not to let it claim me. I feel rather more comfortable this way.

I don’t belong to this world, I’m only visiting.