I like your cat staring out in the rain pic, I'm envy
And yeah I do have RBF lol: when I was young, people used to constantly ask me if I was OK.,
An abridged recollection if you fancy
A couple months ago I kept running into this guy at the bus stop every Saturday for over a month, I thought it was random until I stopped seeing him. he would always ask me to skip the next bus and talk some more and I would always be in a rush..(but I wasn't ) ..the last time I think my decibel may have risen higher than he wanted, or maybe I embarrassed him with my physical manifestation of glee upon my knowing we shared a similar interest in pop culture or maybe he was tired of "begging" me to stay, maybe I wasn't -after all-the weird he was referring to, when he professed how much he just loves weird people. [i] lol, or maybe his reason for GHOSTING was his own. (I would like to think it's the latter)
Anyhoo
The very last minute I saw him I said to myself, oh he may like me and OH what is this... I ..think I may quite like him as well, oh I can't wait to see him next week.
NEVER SAW HIM AGAIN! (Sponge Bob narrator voice) HA!
It didn't even occur to me that ....hey, I could have gotten his number, or he could have gotten mine.
Perhaps it's the idea of having lost something that never was, but could have been, that has me thinking about him He was literally my neighbor..Probably still is, I just never see him...I find that so interesting.
All in all, it obviously wasn't meant to be, but I have soooo many encounters like this and I wonder when ...will ...I learn,
I keep telling myself next time, speak lower, smile more, stop gesticulating, laugh at his jokes, be quiet, don't ask that burning question you've been waiting weeks to ask another human soul!
but alas I forget and I am just... me..
Anyways I bought tickets to a concert in December maybe this will be give me an opportunity to meet like-minded beings, this will be my first actual outing in months yeaahh!:heart:
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The guardhouse sits just on the moons lap like a dying child.
She whispers in the greyest of grey voice. "hush my child, hear now this is the antithesis of the end".