Time the ramble...

I've long felt a little bit let down upon finishing a book or game or whatever. Bidding farewell to a good story in whatever form is always a little sad. But more than that, I've come to realize some of that emotional response is due to my divergent entertainment from those I interact with. It leaves me thinking about something, but unable to talk to anyone about those thoughts. Unless a friend happens to have experienced the same story, I'd have to spoil it to share it, and that loses any real impact anyway. I could probably find some forum online to comment on, but I don't really expect or respect feedback from random strangers on such things. So I make LJ posts that might be read, but don't generate any real exchange of thoughts.

That goes both ways, too. With some frequency, I hear about things (usually roleplay sessions) from a friend that I can't really relate or get into because I didn't experience it myself. I can make a few general comments, maybe, then I feel anything I could possibly add rings hollow.

And this inability to share and discuss experiences? I'm not convinced that's a form of loneliness right there, isolation regarding ideas.

It's a little annoying to have something like that worsen my mood for a day. It's sobering to think that just a year ago it probably would have sent me into a depressive funk for a week.