One of the saddest but most beautiful compositions I’ve ever heard, by Icelandic multi-instrumentalist Olafur Arnalds.
One of the worst feelings in the world is loneliness. Sitting in the dark by yourself in the wee hours of the night gently crying. Nobody knows what’s going on with you. How could anybody realize what’s happening? Everybody you know is resting peacefully in their bed awaiting the new day tomorrow. But for you, there’s no difference in the days. They pass monotonously. And before you know it, it’s all gone.
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When flirting or otherwise trying to woo someone, the difference between being desirable and coming off as a creep comes down to one’s physical appearance.
At least that’s what I’ve seen and had the displeasure of experiencing (though I don’t rule out other factors).
People can talk up the importance of confidence and charm all they want. In the end, what matters most to the majority of the human species is physical appearance. It’s just in our nature.
And I’m speaking of the general trend here - I know there are are exceptions. Sadly, not enough of them from what I’ve seen.
God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of “parties” with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.
I’m starting to think that I’d get more followers and replies to my messages if I was more attractive.
And I don’t just mean physically. Maybe there’s something creepy or awkward about me that manages to emerge even through the internet. Maybe it’s the way I write or break the ice. I’m not quite sure, but it is frustrating.
In any case, I very much appreciate those few of you who do talk to me on a regular basis, response to my messages, and show your support. I value each and every one one of you.
“Gollum’s Song” by Emiliana Torrini. Sad but beautiful.
The End, by Lisa Gerrard, one of the beautiful and most haunting pieces I’ve heard in a while.