Spending Time On and With


“My solitude doesn’t depend on the presence or absence of people; on the contrary, I hate who steals my solitude without, in exchange, offering me true company.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche


I love the company of friends. People whom I can unwind with and be myself. It is easy to walk around with the self dressed in cordial drag presenting the correct social face but it is wearying. After awhile I want to go off by myself or open a book or be doing almost anything because social psychic drag itches more than the shirt that comes with a rented tuxedo. I much prefer friends with whom I can strip down to my psychic underwear with. Those who’s moods and modes I can handle and who can handle mine. I suppose there are people whom we spend time on and people whom we spend time with and I know inevitably which brings me comfort at the end of the evening. They are the ones who are true companions on the journey.
Blessings, G


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The War MachineThe War Machine by G A Rosenberg


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