Day 3: {The Itch}

I don't feel at all like visiting the town. But I do feel like talking to someone. Having the only human interactions I've had in the last year be a bartering agreement goes without saying to be the most annoying thing ever.

I crave talking to someone, just knowing that there's people out there makes me want to talk to someone. This is coming from an introvert too. I held myself up pretty well not speaking to anyone for a whole year. I was happy that I was still alive and that I had some entertainment to keep my mind occupied. I enjoyed life alone. But even introverts like me need to talk to someone at least once in a while. Knowing that others are out there gives me that itch. That itch that all social creatures get, to interact.

I hate this so much.

I wish I was hitched, just so I have someone with me. Preferably a woman that can't have kids, to make boredom alone in a bunker just that much easier to treat.

If I did get hitched to a woman that could have kids, I'd need at least 3 more couples that could have kids be around us, to minimize the incest of our offspring, preferably from different countries too.

Enough rambling about loneliness.

There has to be other people in amazing panic bunkers in like DC or something.

Those people probably are ex-billionaires that hid a supercar, a garden, infinite electricity, a way to make water from the air, and at least a few other people of the opposite gender. Probably a fridge, a bed, game consoles, a library of books, clean clothes, and a jacuzzi too.

I wish I had clean clothes at the very least.

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All my clothes are just caked with spit and soap. They all smell, but what can I do at this point, can't waste precious drinking water. Humans are idiotic creatures, we're so intelligent, but that intelligence doesn't help when we have a standard of normalcy that we want to get back to after we use that intelligence to wipe it all away for dominance and then dying in the process.

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As you non-existent listeners in my head do not respond and only receive the product of one of my only coping mechanisms, I'm trying to guess where to find a myself a wife. This sounds weird as hell, but in a post-extinction event that killed most of all life, you don't need to spend more than a month together to get hitched in my opinion. Like at that point, you don't have the luxury of being able to date too long, because you don't know if you'll get sick and die.

I doubt I'll ever find love, but a single boy can dream right?

This is pretty ego-murdering for a southern boy, but I'll even be fine with getting hitched to a woman that doesn't understand English, thank God for Goggle Translate being available offline.

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This itch for human interaction just knowing there are people within 2 miles from me is killing me. Like LITERALLY killing me.

Killing me more than the name calling from all the single-raced black and white kids both being equally racist as a kid.

The black kids would joke that I have a really black-sounding name despite looking like every other white guy around, just with blonde natural dreadlocks.

I couldn't help it, I'm Jaemis Jaksihn IV, my great grandaddy was black, everyone else after plus my great granny was white.

The white kids would ask if my parents were trying to be those "woke" white people.

No. This is why all my friends were mixed.

This is why I hate the idea of race. People hating each other for their ancestors' incest and environmental factors. I mean we're all Chinese at some point down the line, so why should anyone give a flying, falling, airborne, bird crap about their race? It's all just the melanin in your body mutating it's amounts through incest and environmental factors, cringe.

Sorry about that random rant, I'm just bored and itching for someone else with me...