This is one of those rambling as I write times. I'm hurting, tearful, close to actually crying. Wow! Why? The fact, and it is a FACT, that I am alone on this journey. No one else can console me, understand, get me cause I'm special. We all are (alone AND special). I just have no friends, none. And that does hurt, it just does. I guess I never really have but I didn't notice or care. I don't even know what my definition of a friend really is. Tough to create something you haven't defined. I've been stumbling around, unintentionally half-heartedly kinda sorta looking and wishing hopefully in the back of my mind. Hey, I probably would have to show up for a friend... it's a two way thing.... SHIT!
I guess it's good to know. Thanks Carol! Growing up is interesting! So now that I'm aware that I think I'd like to have and be a good friend I can go about the fun of creating one. Starting with Chris might be a good idea. Whatcha think!?
Born & raised by a workaholic - still recovering!
I decided back in November 2015 to make my poetry available and journal online. I'm not exactly sure what "blogging" means but I am quite sure this is an online journal. Feel free to read on with an aire of open minded curiosity. At no time do I intend to offend, judge or pretend to know anything really, I'm just an observer and explorer, as we all are. Feel free to "boldly go" through my observations and perhaps it will spark or inspire. Comments are off because I don't want to be worried about political correctness when I'm writing. I'm not thinking about "you." I'm just writing because it feels "right". Feel free to enjoy or surf on.
Fibber McGee's closet!