Wednesday, November 22, 2017

like a nail driver pummeling the rope caster

A large number of us from work went bowling last night; teams were made up randomly.

Throughout there were moments I felt this forced camaraderie was discomforting at best.

At other times, sparse, conversation was had that was just slightly deeper than superficial.

I feel torn at the idea of sailing on my Quidnon, separating, periodically, from the world, but knowing that social connection is one of the clearest attributes of prolonged mental and physiological health.

Maybe it is just a question of finding crew mates.

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