Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Drawing A Blank

As I sat down to write, I realized something unusual: I really don’t have much to write! At first I thought something might be wrong with me, but then I realized that I don’t have much to write about because I haven’t been thinking about my homosexuality lately. I’ve been so busy with work, friends, and play. I work my brains out, and I love it. Also, I don’t have Internet access, so I’ve been using filtered, public computers – not the most conducive to porn, emailing or blogging. It’s been absolutely FANTASTIC!! Life is definitely very good right now.

Yes, I do still struggle, but don’t we all? I sometimes start feeling lonely and sorry for myself, but then I remember that EVERYONE feels lonely sometimes. Everyone struggles. I’m not so special – even though my ego tells me otherwise. Ha! I was sitting behind a handicapped person in church the other day, and I couldn’t help but think that the likelihood of that person getting married is slim to none. Though he is perfectly sound minded, his body is crippled and it’s unlikely he will ever marry … all because of circumstances which are beyond his control. He and I have a lot in common.

I actually have things much better than he. If I wanted to date a guy, I could. Even though he probably wants to date a girl, it’s just unlikely that it will ever happen.

Anyhow, I don’t mean to imply that I’m doomed to a life of loneliness, but I am saying I will survive if I don’t ever fall in love and spend my life with someone. Not the ideal way to live life, but definitely a good way to live life. :)

1 Comments:

Blogger Peculiar 'Mormon' said...

I know how you feel...sitting there thinking about being lonely. Heck, I'm lonely right NOW...There's been a guy who's been running through my thoughts lately...only problem is he's gay, so that means he'd be poison.

I was with a good friend of mine last night. She's had a pretty rough past with horrible molestation when she was a child, and she and I just sit and talk about our problems. Not that we can really do anything to help eachother out, but just be an ear to hear when the other needs one. Anyway, I was talking to her about his 'boy of mine,' and how I called him poison.
"I understand what you mean...it might be poison, but sometimes poison tastes sooo good."

Bah...Battling the loneliness. It's good to know that I'm not alone!

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