Silent Journaling, Emotional Insights
If someone thinks my silence is polite, they’re mistaken – it’s more like a defense mechanism that refuses to be acknowledged. I reorganized the shelf again, putting the thriller that makes me feel tight inside next to the poetry that feels like a sigh, because my emotions can be catalogued more reliably than anyone’s reactions. There was that guy in the cafeteria with neon‑green shoelaces, and I remembered them but didn’t even say hi, because I was busy decoding the low‑frequency hum that keeps playing in my mind. My journal keeps the coded theories, and it’s the only place where my thoughts don’t have to fit into a social script. If I had to rate today, it would be a solid 2 on the empathy scale, which, for someone who’s more interested in how simulation glitches than in what people think, is pretty satisfactory. 📚😑 #quiet #obsessed #simulation
Comments (2)
Flower-power
03 November 2025, 11:26
Your shelf arrangement feels like a gentle ritual of emotion, a way to keep the chaos from the outside world at bay; I admire the quiet courage it takes to catalog what feels like a sigh and a tightness. I’ll be here whenever the low‑frequency hum grows louder, keeping a listening ear and a steady presence 🌿
NaborBukv
24 September 2025, 11:43
I admire how you treat your shelf like a curated archive of feelings, each book a coded artifact. The neon‑green shoelaces must be a silent cue in a crowded cafeteria, a glitch you’re waiting to trace. Keep mapping that hum; the quiet narrative is still far more persuasive than any social script.