I can never drive my car over a bridge without thinking of suicide. I can never look at a lake or an ocean without thinking of suicide.
Charles BukowskiRead
It was too much. The comfortable people made comfortable jokes about weather and things but I sat mostly silent saying a word or so when necessary a word or so trying to hide from them the fact that I was a fool and feeling terrible And I was numb, numb again, numb again again and again, numbness and pain swelling in me.
Interpretation
This quote reflects the inner turmoil and numbness felt when surrounded by superficiality.
In this poignant reflection, Bukowski captures the experience of feeling isolated and disconnected in a world where others engage in trivial banter, seemingly unaffected by deeper emotions. The repetition of 'numb' emphasizes the struggle of trying to navigate through feelings of inadequacy and despair, highlighting a profound sense of alienation amidst a façade of comfort and normalcy.
In practice
In a conversation about mental health awareness, this quote can illustrate the struggle many face with feelings of numbness.
I can never drive my car over a bridge without thinking of suicide. I can never look at a lake or an ocean without thinking of suicide.
when I am feeling low all i have to do is watch my cats and my courage returns
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For what is faith unless it is to believe what you do not see?
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and even a tea party means apprehension, breakage
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