I never speak my mind anymore…
…and a quick glance at my “friends” will inform you why that is. I’ve never been one of those “friends with everyone” guys even though I’m more than pleasant with most people I meet. All I require is good conversation, a person that cares about me as a person, and maybe to fall ass-backwards into love again someday.
The people I know (who are the first to tell me what great friends of mine they are) are usually too self-absorbed to see that I’m drowning here. The only people that I ever interact with are the morons who connect to me via my work profile needing help with “broken” webcams (which work perfectly) or some other form of computer help that is more coddling or enabling than anything. It’s like an alcoholic is asking me to open their bottle of vodka because they can’t. Their hands are shaking to violently for them to get a firm grip on the aluminum cap.
Sure, this is probably a rant that you are learning nothing from. That’s okay. I like to pretend that at least there is one person out their reading this.
I’d also like to say that I’m over being alone. Completely over it. I don’t want to get married tomorrow, I’m not interested in casual sex, and being single is, well, sucking all the balls. I wouldn’t even care that I’m single if I was spending time with a friend, having great conversations, doing fun things, and laughing. I guess that means I want a friend. But I know I want more than just a friend too. Gah. I guess I’ll go back to Meme searching now.
Me
PS: Apologies for all the pron lately. What I’ve posted is not nearly as bad as what comes up on my dash. I should do something about that. I’m afraid, though, that in my attempt to unfollow some of these, that someone will walk in the room and I’ll be all “But wait…” haha. Too late.
