Drymouth
I used to want to be free of social constraints; a sociopath as it were. It was not to be although I don't think that it is because I feel restrained; more that a chance at an ineffective action would not work and thus what is the point. This is pretty much true of anything; or so I have come to believe.

I've been amused by the minutial of ordinary life for decent amounts of time but not that no longer binds me I'm back to the problem where I know something must be done but it is either impossible or I cannot do it. Or at least seem like I won't.

Change is a tricky thing. It can do nothing most of the time; something great very rarely and terrible terrible things far more often. Even terrible things can eventually lead to a greater good, but there is no way to predict. Not that there is an good way to predict that seemingly `good' acts will end up causing even greater harm.

I don't think I want any of that now though. I just want others to. Perhaps in time they will; it is just that they are seemingly not doing anything like that now.

To be understood without having to explain.

Loneliness provides some of the freedom that I think I've been craving for a while. Or think that I've been craving.

I want an improved world without the means to do it or even a clear plan. Hell; I'm not even sure by what I mean by an improved world.

Too much energy is being devoted to controlling relatively minor risks that, while tragic on a personal level, do not matter on any real important scales. Where are we going and why? A little more safety, somewhat more comfort and perhaps a new form of amusement every now and again.

It has been working for now but how is it going to trap us.

I don't know, I'm not sure I really care. I want to care but I don't think it matters. Best of luck.