Just know at least you got a friend out there that cares

Thankyou.
You too.

Yeeks! I am sorry to hear that you hurt so much.

getting older and single is bad.
Finding someone is easier said than done when your are an outcast like I am.
I expect I'll end up alone, and I guess I really can't complain as I was a sodding prick for much of my life. Then maturity crept up, hit me with compassion and a desire to be a decent sort of person. Too little too late I think. I have learned from my mistakes, but life seldom allows re-takes and you get stuck with what you get stuck with. You reap what you sew I guess.
Seems like a waste of effort to have become a decent person if I still get the same cards I got when I was an asshole.
So where does a strange self assured closet romantic that looks like a cross between a walking piece of architechture and a bear go for love?
The guys at Customer Service couldn't give me an aisle number for that one.

It's alright.
When I was trying to buy a foil (small French sword) in Harrods, they directed me to the kitchen department.

I completely understand what you mean though.
I'm nicer than I used to be, but no-one will give me a chance any more.

It's good to know I'm not the only one. Sometimes it feels that way.

we can wax poetic, lament together to the sound of the pipes (on CD on our computers) and drink our hemlock, like the tragic misunderstood wierdlings we are!

O to the digital age!
Where computers communicate more data in one day than mankind has vocalised in the history of the species, where there are specialist websites about obscure things and specialst websites about specialist websites about obscure things, where we can connect with millions upon millions of all kinds of people from all over the planet with just a few keystokes; yet we feel more rejected and cut off from society than ever before.

I sit before my task box
Before me, my minions of like mind.
and we converse of the multitudes of thought or deed
and we would solve man's problems were we entrusted with the task
but we are separated by more than miles
our thoughts flowing like photons, but endless, erratic
and we are still alone, recalcitrant, and unable to connect
by anything but a few minute wires
and all the space in-between atoms.

whoops! sorry, I get like that sometimes

I take mine neat.

Ouch. Back troubles suck.

*Nods.*

Neat bit of music, as well.

It's just becoming bearable again,
mostly thanks to lovely soft car seats in this week's car.

That's great to hear, man!