Twice in the past week or so I've discovered that two people I've known for years (mostly online, not so much in person) were at the center of some major, even legendary events. It's a little mind-blowing.
That's the first thing I came to write about. The second is something that someone I play Scrabble with online pointed me in the direction of a Humans of New York episode. I watched it this morning and found myself completely identifying with a man sitting and writing in a park about how lonely he is and how he just wants to make some friends. Or at least a friend. And that he doesn't know how.
That's me. I'm having trouble keeping the old ones, in some ways, let alone making new ones. I fear that I lean too heavily on some friends because there's so few others who take up the slack, if you will, of my loneliness.
Oddly, other than recognizing myself in this man, which I suspect a great many people do, I didn't start to feel sorry for myself and get depressed. This is just the way my life is. If I knew how to change it, I would. But it seems to require a whole personality transplant and I don't think those are available. Certainly not in my price range. : )
I also feel myself moving towards another change in my life. I thought it would be getting back to exercise, but now I'm coming down with a cold, so that may have to wait another week or so. But I'm doing more tai chi again, whew. I haven't lost that, that makes me feel good.
Anyway, getting to write something here is also something to feel good about.
Ciao for now.
