For the longest time I couldn't control my attraction for IP [interesting people], specially for those egocentric souls that suffer the fatality of many [in/im]-adjectives. Those insane, intriguing, impatient, intuitive, impulsive, imaginative, ingenious, impartial, intense and INSATIABLE people.
Those afraid to hit common places. Lifelong rebels who fight for a refined, tasteful and chaotic life ruled by beauty, passion, conflict and artistic overflow and innerflow. Those that have so much to offer, yet... they fail to receive. Good speakers, but terrible listeners, or good listeners that never speak up cause they don't care enough.
After few experiences and many disappointments I came to realize, that the adjective [interesting] is overrated, as opposed to [interested], one highly underestimated. I found myself immerse in that interesting world that I always wanted to be part of, and that I felt I belonged to, (yes, I am one of those... full of sh.. people, unfortunately); I found myself, surrounded by interesting folks that just like me, wanted, expected and "deserved" so much from life that could never get enough, or be completely happy.
The problem with IP is that they try so hard to make a statement that they become disinterested. They are so overwhelmed by themselves and their experiences that they loose interest in the world around them, the issues raising, other people, and everything outside of their self.
After that, I found my niche in the interested. The ones who don't waste time on showing off the unconventionality of their existence, instead, they invest in alternative actions like looking, learning, hoping, receiving, listening, exploring... and loving. The way it should be.
Those afraid to hit common places. Lifelong rebels who fight for a refined, tasteful and chaotic life ruled by beauty, passion, conflict and artistic overflow and innerflow. Those that have so much to offer, yet... they fail to receive. Good speakers, but terrible listeners, or good listeners that never speak up cause they don't care enough.
After few experiences and many disappointments I came to realize, that the adjective [interesting] is overrated, as opposed to [interested], one highly underestimated. I found myself immerse in that interesting world that I always wanted to be part of, and that I felt I belonged to, (yes, I am one of those... full of sh.. people, unfortunately); I found myself, surrounded by interesting folks that just like me, wanted, expected and "deserved" so much from life that could never get enough, or be completely happy.
The problem with IP is that they try so hard to make a statement that they become disinterested. They are so overwhelmed by themselves and their experiences that they loose interest in the world around them, the issues raising, other people, and everything outside of their self.
After that, I found my niche in the interested. The ones who don't waste time on showing off the unconventionality of their existence, instead, they invest in alternative actions like looking, learning, hoping, receiving, listening, exploring... and loving. The way it should be.
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