I don`t try to find my place…

..in a diary of Jane,,

It’s been a while since I’ve looked for my place in someone’s diary or someone’s life. Interestingly, at one time I really did this – I was looking for at least some mention of myself in the blog of a person with whom I no longer communicated. Once, I may have even found one. But I don’t even remember her name anymore.

Sometimes it seems that I’ve gone bad precisely because I stopped being inspired by other people and their thoughts. It seemed to me that you can find something like that in Threads, but it’s quite difficult because everything is too public there. Its pros and cons.

Let’s be honest. At 35, you don’t play with falling in love with a person anymore. In a way, you lose this skill, and for you there is a category of those who are “too young” and those who are “too experienced”. The first is a chance to get constant emotional swings, the second are people like you, who are looking for who knows what and who doesn’t know if they are looking at all. More often these are people who either already have children or have a bunch of psychological problems that they don’t feel like communicating with. It’s like finding a person who, like you, is independent in terms of time, on the one hand, and on the other, is not sponsored by someone on whom she becomes dependent, just because.

I would like to have an ephemeral Jane, with whom you can exchange a couple of thoughts or songs. But that’s too expensive for me right now..