Well, it’s pretty clear to me that no one is reading this blog. That’s okay as I’m pretty sure I don’t fit into the blog-o-sphere. Or any other sphere really. I’ve come to that conclusion as well.
I have never fit in. Anywhere. Ever. I have always felt the oddball. The one-off in a family of five. One-off in grade school, middle school, high school, college. One-off on the job. One-off when it came to dating and how crazy is that when dating only includes two people (in my come-from-place, that means the first date is the beginning of “til death do you part” or you become a town whore, whichever comes first). I received a lot of side-eye during my dating years which, btw, no longer concern me. So, yeah. One-off no matter the circumstance, the grand party, the super event. I have hosted social gatherings so it’s not like I’m an alien. I just go through the motions, smile, and try to feel human until it’s the event is over and depression sets in.
They have pills for that, I know. I’ve taken many. However, pills have never succeeded in making me feel like I was a part of anything.
Wow. This really is turning into a public diary, isn’t it?
Nobody is reading it anyway. Well. Maybe somebody.