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[kindredspirit03]

I need somebody to scratch the bits of my back that I can't reach, which are most of the bits. And make me an iced vanilla hazelnut coffee. And tell me fabulous stories about Aunt Ritas and pretzels and the walkie-talkies they used to play war with as a kid. Then I need not to go to work tomorrow. Did you know that when you refer to someone's skin

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Advise from a professional loner:

[annanemity]

Get a scrub brush. Keep on going somewhere and paying for somebody to make your vanilla hazelnut stuff. Buy some David Sedaris books to fill your need for someone else's family and childhood. Just don't freaking go to work. I think I knew about that fair-complexioned issue from Victorian novels. But even though I don't have TWO master's degrees, I still get and say lots of things wrong.

Bottom line: We are born alone and we die alone. Try as I might to forget this and think there's somebody out there so I won't have to live alone, loneliness is slapping me in the face right now. Hell, it's got it's arm around my neck in a choke-hold and we're flailing around on the ground.

Re: Advise from a professional loner:

[marbledog]

Erm, actually I'm fairly certain that no one is born alone. The physiology of the process requires at least one other person to be there. At every birth I've ever witnessed (quite a few) there were hordes of people standing around.

Re: Advise from a professional loner:

[annanemity]

Psychologically, ontologically, we ARE alone when we're born. We alone go through the experience of being born. Obviously, it takes a woman to bear us, but that isn't what I meant.