just got back from the club

One goes to a club to shake off stress, and some, as if it's a means of intermittent ritual, seek the club for the need to feel alien, and to get overwhelmed by it, that by going there- with the loud music, with the colorful lights, the crowd, and the mingling- one feels energized enough to survive yet another course of recluse. But it's not an absolute isolation, no. It's a kind of a modern, monastic approach to life. As if he's a vintage monk, with his zeal for his customary ways and values, who had been forced to conjoin the earth's prevailing mutation, became comfortably subdued. Surely, an old soul, whose mind is enough for himself, might find the Western's value of extroversion rather distressing. One can go on and live the majority of his days alone, mostly reading, writing, dreaming, and drawing. And oh, this will not fit in this paragraph but, yes, I love to play Mario Kart Wii online :]