Went to work, enrolled at the
community college, hung out at the
library. Nothing that exciting.
I
realized today - not really today because I've been thinking about it for months, but
I decided to write it today - that I need some sort of
connection. To some person or some place. That despite my long time
exclamations that
I could be alone and needed nobody but myself was
wrong. That
I'm human just like everybody else and it's natural for us to need other people. To
feel connected to things, a part of
something or
someone.
It's silly, really. We all
desire to find
that special someone in our lives, someone to love and cherish and all that
cheesy stuff, but it clashes with the fact that
nothing lasts forever, things get sour and
love fades away.
Misery loves company but familiarity breeds contempt.
Why is it we desire that which we can never attain?