most of us can’t stand to be alone. many of us have a deep seated fear of being alone for the rest of our lives–of dying alone.
well, i’ve come to the realization that i have been alone most of my life, even in the presence of others, and thus, will most likely be alone for the remainder of my life, however long or short that may be. i guess this waiting game i play sometimes, suddenly has no meaning.
time to find something else to do when i’m normally “waiting” for mr. right or prince charming or keanu reeves to ring my bell, waiting for someone to want to do something that involves me, waiting for someone to tell me what to do next, waiting for someone to realize that you’re supposed to give as much as you take, waiting for someone to realize they really want to hang out with you, waiting for someone to realize that they really do want to break down your barriers, waiting. plain old waiting. or actually it should be called”wasting”.