So I’m sitting here on my couch, ready to go to bed. I don’t feel right.
I get these moments where, sometimes, it feels like I can’t stand on my own two feet. Almost like a perpetual search…for what? I have no idea. I don’t like the feeling of “needing”, or what i think is “needing”. I’m more independent than this. But when moments like this come about in conjunction with…well, everyone else having their own lives and moments to live, I kind of feel…alone.
Most days, I invite and revel in the feeling of being in my own world. I get these moments, moments like now where all I could use is for a familiar and friendly voice on the other end of the line or in the same room with me to talk…about anything…weather, politics, poops…the more meaningless the better.
These needy moments, i have to remember people have their own lives too.
Time to just sleep this one off and start a new day when I wake up.