Overheard Comment

The comment was this: We as a species, we can't be alone, we need to be with someone. Yet my life is at its essence an exemplar of being alone. Pick the age range and the circumstances fit: 6th grade hanging out with other kids who were, looking back on it, very dissimilar from me, although at that age it doesn't matter, high school, just coming home and watching TV, somehow ending up living by myself at college (an nearly impossible logistical outcome) and on and on it goes - until today, still alone, a job where I work ostensibly alone, an occasional abiding friendship, rarely a romantic interest, no deep family connections, no hobbies or pursuits that take me into groups, and anyway, always at the fringe of groups.

If you wanted to I suppose you could make some sort of profile out of this. I don't care. I'm tired of it. And when people get all bent up when I say I have a suicide blog -- bent up for what? It's either A. shunned by all of human society or B. unable to integrate into society or even a relationship -- take your pick it's irrelevant, but let's return, Bent up for what? Really no one cares, if I died it could be WEEKS before anyone discovered the body.