On the other hand, love is love. And who am i to say that those who love earnestly, or amuse themselves simply, are wrong?
Who am i to presume that the heart of their happiness is empty, just because it seems so in my case? Projecting my own discontent, my own blankness, onto those around me?
And dismissing "fun", "having a good time", "partying", really seems awfully puritanical and very much like sour grapes. And i'm really not so harsh and judgemental as all that.
I can only mention my own experience, and i can only describe in all earnestness the hollow feelings i have had and still get when attempting to "socialise"... The morning after, all the money blown, pissed up against the wall, puked up yr stomach lining, sour taste of old cigarettes, wake up with vomit on yr shoe... The awkwardness of crowded clubs, loneliness in a room full of strangers, cracked laughs, idle jokes, pensive cynicism...
As if born with something missing, the Human Link that connects people and makes them effortlessly mix and conjoin, casual, relaxed, facetious...
How often have i felt all this to be the epitome of emptiness.