I'm very, very lucky. In the eyes of one glorious woman, I'm a remarkable man.
As far as the rest of creation is concerned, I'm wholly unremarkable. I'm just a man. I'm good at some things, not so good at others and downright crap at some.
I'm not bad with words occasionally. It often takes me time to think of the order that they should go in though, which is why I'm better with the written word than the spoken one. And I'm good at being alone. I can watch TV, listen to music, amuse myself, talk to to plants, soft toys and myself.
I'm not good at being lonely, though. It'll pass. I'll wake up tomorrow and everything will be all right again. It's not long until Monday and I might even see some friends over the weekend. But here, here and now, I'm lonely. I have a pillow to hug.
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I've always been far better at expressing myself through writing than speaking. Ironic that I have to do a fair bit of semi-public speaking now, so have had to learn to marshall my thoughts.
Like you, I'm good at being alone - it's the knowledge that I will have to be alone whether I want to be or not, or that the person(s) I want are not there that makes me lonely. You talk to soft toys. Heh. Softy yourself x
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