__24.04.2003 @ 21:44_______
Chupto Bismol was not happy with his life. He seemed to spend ninety-five percent of his time alone. In the times when he was in the company of others he would more often than not he found himself wishing he was alone. Then when he was alone again he would long for company. Chupto knew this was an entirely stupid way to be and felt highly frustrated with himself but could not find a way to change. Recently a question had risen to prominence in Chupto's mind. It was not a good question. In fact, it was one of those questions that can only result in much pointless inner agony. The question was this...
"would any of my friend's lives be seriously affected if I wasn't part of it anymore?"
The only answer Chupto could see was a resounding "No". He knew that it was more than likely just him being a paranoid fool the same as usual but that was how he felt. And shaking that feeling was being a bitch. Chupto knew people cared about him but found himself unable to feel cared for. Chupto dwelled on this thought and slowly a theory rose in Chupto's mind. Maybe its a probably in the transmitting of these caring feelings. People are sending out the caring vibes but he is just not recieving them. Chupto clearly had a faulty reciever in his head.
Chupto was glad to finally have the idea nailed down. Hopefully that would mean all the agonising over the minute details of his friendships would be able to come to a close now. Unfortunately Chupto had no idea how to attend to the problem of a faulty reciever. He decided that maybe it would help to write about this. So he went on the internet to a diary site, made up a thinly veiled alias for himself and wrote this...
"Bupto Chismol was not happy with his life. He seemed to spend ninety-five percent of his time alone..."
Inspiration For This Tale: Work It Out
Sensory Input For This Tale: Silence
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