And a shadow looms....
It was near the end of my shift today, when I was blind-sighted by a deep sadness as I stared out the window of Super 8. A deep, painfully hollow feeling. As a tear rolled down my cheek, I pondered my situation. Let's face it, I'm alone. It's not that I think I'm unattractive, I don't have an issue there. I'm fairly confident of myself. I'm defiantly not Emo. But that does not change the fact that I am alone. All I can think of is that I am not able to interact with as many women as I'd like to because of where I live. But knowing this does not comfort me, because in the end, it's just an excuse. What women I do meet, I rush to get to know, and end up being friends, and nothing more. True, that friends are a good thing, but after awhile, it gets repetitive to hear, "But, were friends."