On How to Be Thoughtful, sort-of
What I want to know is... the answer to the eternal & much-blabbled question of how we humans figure that there can be Only One. We are not The Highlander series... There are so many with so much to offer. I love thinking about the fact that a good portion of us do think we are suitable to be someone else's Only One.
Sometimes we think we've found the other person, and sometimes it turns out to be-- hmmm, not what we had envisioned. Perhaps it's not wrong in the end, as the experience certainly leaves its mark. Growth is good. Scars are not always good.
Damn, who's awake? I need to talk to somebody. My head is a bit off-kilter. Someone said something to me today-- something about how lust is this heady thing, and how love endures... I've heard it all before & have experienced it (or so I thought), but the way that she said it made me think of other things, and in turn made me aware of the fact that I have far less of a chance of finding an Only Love, now. I don't mean this in a negative way-- to me, it is simple truth, when all cards are laid out. I am... well, I am. Mrrrrp.
Maybe it's a cosmic channel that I'm hopelessly tuned out of. We all know that I AM hoplessly out of tune (she said, humming hideously off-key).
For once, I might be up to the task of trying to make new friends. It is difficult. I am painfully shy, though if asked, 98% of the people you query would be shocked that I said so-- I like to think that I hide it well enough.. I am tired of being afraid of... well, a lot of things. I am difficult to get along with, sometimes--- I have many flaws, and I am kind of a dork... but this is how I've developed, over 36 years of protecting myself so fiercely that I became the story, instead of the character living the life. Of the millions of people on this planet, there must be a few more...
Or whatever I meant.
It' going to be a late night/early morning. My brainpan won't stop. Somebody, quick! Tell me about your day. If I dwell here much longer, I'm going to be in trouble.... Maybe I just need a Mr. Right Now, I tell you...
Cheers & All