h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Her friend, that was there, after she'd left, (got so overdswept by whatever_ it was), said that "tiome heals." I put my head down on the desk, and we... gave up trying to talk. Except in short bursts, about it, 'til she got back, and the subject was dropped. It bothers her...
This, that and the other.
Yep, definitely needs a few days where I'm not there/around, to be able to ... ???
I don't know what. It plenty hurt though.

Awww.. that stinks!

Um, Yes.
So, with that in mind, (& under this/that new light), perhaps it's best/better, not to follow my advice on that one, eh?
*s a tad bitterly at himself*
Never saw the sun, shining so bright, never saw things, going so right [but]

Oh, ... Nothing but skies, no-thing but skies, are what I see!

Sappy and cheesey, I know. Whatever.

Maybe the trick then, is to act even more self absorbed, than already am?
Arrogant women,_ sheesh!

Naw.. I think self-absorbed men stink the worst.

I mean, they really smell... PEE_YEW!

Not, absorbant??
PACMAN, and jelloid-amoebas, etc.

Oh d@*n it, I'm tired of always getting rejected; when I'd explained it to her, that yeah, I was always rejected, and that no, it wasn't her or my fault, and that no, maybe there wasn't anybody out there who'd be willing to like me back (thank you-very much), she got scared and said I was "kinda scaring her" and that, my personality was too dark and negative, etc.

Well, wot's to_ expect, when errybody goes and they treats you like cr*p! the rocks &_the trees, for they have no feelings?!!

Awww!! I'm sure that's not true! She obviously just has some problems dealing with herself.. You'll meet a nice girl.

D@*n-it, that's what-she said. Oh, I give up!!
I think that women, are only really interested,_ in themselves. / So there.
/

Whoa. Are you saying that I'm like that???

No, not-in-exactly, persay... it's just that... telling someone who *depending on circumstances & beliefs, they may or may not consider themselves al-ready, to be "cursed"* that sorta thing, ... it starts to form an eery pattern.
42!!! J/K.
But, um_ yeah. Every single person whom I've e'er known, that's rejected me, just about, has used that, for like_ as their alibi.
Owch-owch.

Well,_ 'coz I've never been "liked back" by anyone, then. Y'know?
Unless they were lying, and just didn't waana admit they weren't "ready yet" or something... for something piddly like coffee, or dinner & a movie _ which seems_ unlikely.
Don't you think?

<>
Maybe the reason she "is scared," as she says, is that she does not wanna be the one, who winds up helping to fix my "curse."
It's a loneliness (& also, self-hatred?) curse, methinks.
From getting rejected too much; so I try, really hard not to like people. Specifically for that reason, but then- when I do happen to, somehow, (perhaps it'd be slips by unawarenst-likes, maybe?)... well, then it just sorta hurts. Usually in direct proportion to how much I wind up liking someone, which yes, is something that I full well, try like mad,_ not to do... most of the time. As soon as I try to say so, well then_ it usually'll fall apart from there.
/ death!!
Or_ sumthin'...

Elenor Rigby [...]

U know, "Al the lonely people,_ where do they come from,- where do they go?" That sorta thing...
Sorta kind of. I guess.

The keys got stuck, T'was "All the lonely people,"
Up there.
^
|
/ No, I do not mena that the people themselves, that they are up there; it's just part of the song lyrics /

"You seem, to be so angry" she said, (kind of shocked?).
Me: "No m'dear friend, not angry, just rather sad. About things (& stuff). It's always like that.

0+: But there'll be other people, out there...
Me: "They'll reject me too."
*Puts head down on desk (Or was that, after?!).*
Her friend: "No they won't."
Me: (Muffled) : "Yesh-theyg, willd."
HF: "Why?"
Me: "I've never been accepted, be-fore..."
*Shrug*
0+: "Stop it, you're being too dramatic" <- in effect.
Me: "No; I'm not. That's just always what happens ."
etc.
etc.
}Sigh!{
Oh, G*d-D@*n-it, ...
*Sulk-sulk*

Geeze. sounds like you just are meeting all the wrong people. Could be because they all seem to find you. :\

Kinda, that or 'cos my mom gets @ night, and my dad is kinda /short-tempered most of the time...
, does wonders to a person's er,
"self-esteem"...
Oh G*d, I was really mooning over that one or so it would seem.

Aah.


And you know what the thing of it is though, that makes it so ridiculous?

Well, it's not the end of the world, life goes on anyway, and... well, though I'm still pretty much... well,
I still can't say I know anybody too well or that they 'know me' well in the city where I live either, but... hey, oh well.
*Shrug*

Geez.

Hey.. guess what? nobody knows me where I live either.. >.< The only person who knows me lives over an hour away.. and He's the one I tell everything to.

Ah/aha...

}Phew!{ So I'm not the only one.
Sheesh.

Er,