I'm beginning to think that there's something wrong with me. I like to believe that I'm a nice guy and that I'm easy to get along with for the most part, I know at times I can be difficult, but not usually when it's someone that I'm meeting for the first time.

Perhaps I'm just too boring, maybe I just don't have enough going on to keep someone's interest? I can't tell you how many times now it's happened to me. I meet someone, we hang out and it seems like things are really just going fine, and then I never hear from them again, unless they find out I have a car and randomly send me a message asking me to pick them up. Seriously? You don't speak to me for two months and then you ask me to pick you up? Why would I do that? Am I only a friend when it's convenient for you?

This is seriously giving me some sort of complex.

Maybe it's because I choose not to drink.
Maybe it's because I choose not to do drugs.
Maybe it's because I choose not to be a whore.

Whatever it is, all I know is that I'm really starting to give up on furries as friends. I don't seem to really be fitting in with the ones that I meet locally.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be going back to my depression induced seclusion.