I'm going to start ranting now, so if you are not up to deal with the rants of a frustrated man feel free to go somewhere else...like my gallery and fave some of my works

What's about to happen is all related to the fact that I'm most certainly going to end up old and alone without having meet someone about whom I can say "Gee, that guy/gal really knew me well.."
All my life I've been labeled as the "quiet guy"...always up in his little world of fantasies, never saying a word to anyone....just a silly little boy that hasn't got a clue of what's what. Because of that, the only "compliment" I manage to squeeze out of members of the opposite sex is "You're a really mysterious person...no one knows what you're thinking!" and then they smile in a way that makes me believe they truly believe they're giving me a good reason to be happy.
Why should I feel good about being mysterious? What exactly do I have to gain from it? Actually, I know how being mysterious strikes some people as being interesting but I honestly fail to grasp what good that brings me...

Being a shy/introverted guy, who would rather tear my own eyes out (sorry about the bloody detail) than to show the slightest hint of emotions, gaining the confidence to openly talk with someone, and let them meet the real me, is something that I can only do after spending some time with that person. But that's the problem! No one, anywhere, has the patience to actually get to know me. It's all talk, talk, talk...The statement "People are drawn to you because of your mysterious nature...they feel the desire to find out more about you!" is nothing more than a bull's-you-know-what.
I can't say I blame them though. I'd probably do the same thing.


Another thing that bothers me a little bit is when someone says I'm always calm and cool about everything, like, completely stress-proof. I'm not good at dealing with stress, at least not better than most people, and I probably worry about the most silly things...What I'm good at, very good at that, is bottling everything deep inside and pretend that everything is OK when it's not. And you've probably guessed...having no one to talk to doesn't make things any easier. But that's my problem and I'll deal with it someday.

So that's why I'm probably going to end up and old-bitter-pessimistic man, alone and forgotten by most people. At least I'll take some solace in knowing the few that do remember me, will have good memories to think about...

This concludes the rant. I hope I haven’t ruined your evening. I'm sure I'll feel better tomorrow. I don't know if it's the splitting headache I have or the cloudy weather we've been having but I'm feeling a bit gloomy right now...
In other news, I'm thing in participation in the Wacom's Bring Your Visions to Life contest. I don't know how I'm supposed to compete with some of the artists here but I'll try to give them some stiff competition :3 I'm a pretty heavy daydreamer so maybe that will give me a head start.
I'm also tryingo to learn the following songs on the guitar:
Sign of the Southern Cross by Black Sabbath (Heaven & Hell) [link]
The Bard's Song in the Forest by Blind Guardian [link]