I know you guys are reading and you might comment etc… but I still miss someone to discuss weird things with. I do have one eligible friend, but she’s leaving for South Africa in a few days. Everybody else… well they don’t get me in the same way. And I kind of wish for someone who does. Someone I could just talk to about weird things like what to do if you sit down at a table during coffee break at work and it slowly fills up with guys… and only guys . Or how you should hide what you’re tweeting or texting from people behind you. Or if it’s possible to start a conversation with someone randomly on the bus in this country. I mean I don’t have anyone to discuss these things with. Ok no… you’re right… what I actually don’t have is someone who’d give the right answers. You know what I mean right? Someone who gets me and knows what I truly mean. Someone who knows the meaning of each and every “you know”. Damn do I miss my friend! I might not even see her before she leaves. Someone needs to fill the position before I lose my mind.
There are probably less than a handful of people who can read me completely out there. Maybe I’ve met half of them. The other half… I might not ever meet. Sometimes I wonder why I am so weird. I believe in a meaning behind everything but what good can come out of someone like me? I have failed not only in achieving anything at all, but also in trying to fit in. Never have I fitted in anywhere.
And I can’t even get angry anymore. There are simply too many waves in my little jar of sea.
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