Making my way, every day;
Walking the road, bearing the load.
Making it a little, but not all alone;
Starting a life, getting it going.
|
|
| |
|
|
| |
Just a man, pausing in his daily walk to ponder.
|
|
|
|
|
|
| |
Thursday, August 08, 2002
Another month, another post....and, as always, the singleness just keeps on coming. What a summer it's been. One wonders if he can keep going like this, and not totally falter. After the general debasment of my first bachelor party, getting my heart all torn up (again), and finding out that one of my closest friends is leaving town (prolly forever), I've decided that I probably don't need this mularkey anymore. I'm REAAAAAAALLLLLLYY tired of living a soap-opera. I don't need "friends" who are trying to seduce me, use me, take advantage of me, or who are always involved in some messy dealings -- and trying to get me in them too. I'm tired of putting on a show. Actually, I'm just tired - of everything. Why, oh why, can there be no one who shares some common ground with me? Why can't I just be me, and still have friends, still be social? Why is it that I have to be someone I'm not, just to get by? All I need, all I want, is someone -- even just one person, if that person happens to be a woman -- who will let me BE, and who will care for me - love me - just as I am. I NEED someone like that - even my family has nerver seen "me", because I know that they wouldn't be happy with or proud of who I think I really am. So, I still have to be superman for them. Only problem is, I'm no superhuman. I barely qualify for "normal" , much less "super". Ah well. I suppose all of life is putting the right face to the right people, and then hoping that they still like you when the maks slips. *SIGH. . . . . . . . .*
12:10 AM
|
|
| |
|
|
|
