I think I need to fall in love, or something. My love would not be fire. It would be a smolder. It would be warm, and comfortable, and comforting. It would be meeting someone like me, who understands me and appreciates me, and doesn’t make me feel bad. Who is fun to talk to and to do things with.

This social isolation is making me go mad. I don’t go to social events, ever. I didn’t even go to that many before covid. I should have. I’ve never put myself out there. I’ve sort of set myself up for, what’s it called, celibacy. Darn it!

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