Sometimes i wonder...What the hell is wrong with me?
I'm not a mutant. I have a good job. I'm educated. I'm a pretty compassionate guy who rarely lashes out in anger. I care about my fellow human beings. I care about leaving this world a better place than which i found it. I like to read. I like to have intelligent conversations about a lot of different things. I like to cook. I like laying in bed and listening to the rain. I like to have a drink with good friends. I like to meet new people. I appreciate beauty in the many forms that it presents itself in this great big world. I love my mom, my country, my friends, a good cup of coffee, riding my motorcycle, and someone who speaks the truth wether or not i want to hear it. (probably why i like JoeUser so much)
I just can't figure out for the life of me why i'm still alone.
Let me just say, for the record, that i really do not feel sorry for myself. There are a lot of people in this world who have it worse than i do. I see them every day . It's not like i can't meet women. I guess the thing that bugs me is that i haven't found the "one". I see folks who got lucky and found their "one". I envy them. I wonder how it happened, and why it hasn't happened to me. I wanna grab them and ask them what the secret is, what do they posess that i do not. What is the secret formula if one exists? But i know there is no secret formula. I guess i am just hoping that there is one so this whole mess makes sense.
Sometimes i lay in bed at night and the silence is deafening. It's these times when i feel the most lonely. The small hours are the longest. They tick away ever so slowly. My mind works it's hardest at this time. And this is one of the things i think about the most. Sometimes i think i should just give up and just quit caring. Become one of those people who are so bitter that are incapable of caring about anything or anybody, including themselves. I can't do it. I don't even think i would know how. It's not something that i can turn it on and off like a faucet. I wish i could at times. In the end i know that it's better to feel than not to feel. This sucks.
That's why i feel like a pair of brown shoes in a tuxedo world.
Thanks for reading,
Brian