sinsboldly wrote:
Or maybe I just got used to being lonely. When I had a mate, the time when everything was honeymoonie wonderful, and lingering in bed to relate to them was so brief in the context of the whole relationship anyway. When fantasizing the lovey dovey part, you never have to deal with miscommunication where she/he is pouting because some careless word of phrase left the impression of something you never intended, or argue about who didn't do their half of the chore wheel, or what happened to the $32 dollars that was in the cookie jar you were saving for cookware that went for a rebuilt carburator on his project car, etc. etc. It is exhaustingly hard work, and it never even pauses for a moment.
Ditto that. I hope everyone here pining for romance gets exactly what they're wishing for, so they can learn what true misery and torture really are and shut the f**k up about it! Hugging your pillow is sweeter comfort than a human partner will ever be. Save your money and buy yourself a
RealDoll for Christmas.
I'm truly sorry though, that I have no answers for the 'not wanting to get out of bed' issue. It seems hopeless to me that one can ever catch a break in a world where the entire surrounding population looks at you askance, first puzzled, the annoyed that there's a creature among them that does not,
will not, (they can't imagine '
cannot') think or behave exactly the same way the rest of them do. They discriminate, they bully, they ostracize, they abuse without ceasing, all the while wondering aloud "
what's your problem - why can't you just be like everybody else?"
The worst are the happiest, who spout bible verses and strew flowers wherever they go, loved by their peers and blessed with showers of undeserved good fortune, adding bitterness to the bile.
Thank you, Jesus, for loving us all equally. I only wish I could hold them down and inject them with my reality, yank off those rose-colored goggles.
Welcome to tha party, Pal.
BrAaiIIiNnNnZzz
Aah, I love a good rant in the morning...