I’m annoyed.

With all the things. All the stuffs.
The noise. The lights. The constant hum of too much everything.
It’s all too loud, and yet,
I’m aching to be held.
Craving a hug, a touch, something soft to ground me.
I know.
It makes no sense.
I make no sense.
But since when have I ever been easy to explain or made much sense?
Make it make sense.

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DrWatson · 70-79, M

It makes sense to me.

A hug, touch, something soft....these are peaceful and intimate, the very opposite of the noise and lights.

What I hear you craving is a purely human experience. Human experiences are the very things that the stuff and the noise can try to drown out.

I get it. We all need to turn down the volume at times and just....be.

Sometimes "being" in solitude is what we need. But at other times, "being" in intimacy with another is what we need. In both cases, not necessarily "doing" anything, just being.

You make a lot of sense, and you show a lot of wisdom in your words.