Sola.
I am alone. Point. It 's a fact. It's not that then give me so uncomfortable. Only today I have taken note. In peace. Not that I miss the people you go out. I just look at the heading on the phone and know whom to call for a fun dinner. Just as I have some friends to go out with is very nice and pleasant, and even talk to discuss interesting topics. All in all, then you will think that I'm not alone. And from a certain point of view you'd be right: the side of social life are not alone. I am alone on the human side. Just look at who gives me courage when I am out of work. Just look at the log of incoming calls on your mobile phone .. People who remember to make my number (and not to propose or advertising jokes) is almost zero. The same applies to the deaths. I just see the difference between me and my husband. My husband has many friends. You are true friends to visit if you are a grandparent dies. I, I lost three grandparents to within six months. And I never saw anyone. Not even a text message. None. Or just do a litmus test: Hold the phone a few days off and see who cares. If we exclude no parents and husband. Nobody cares about me. All in all I am also quiet. In this uncertain world to me to be a certainty. In fact more than one:
1) are asocial. Or I'm on all bales. Motivation I trall'altro indifferent to the outcome does not change.
2) Yes, this is the first time that I admit to myself but I'm bad luck. If you shoot someone all to worry about. If you shoot me nothing. This means that I am part of the ghost population. They are those who are not invited to any parties. Those who can not you see while walking down the street except when you want to pull out of malice and utter derision. They are the ones who discovered the dead body if they die 4 days later and only if it stinks.
3) Now at least I know that I am part of something. ^ _ ^ And just enough for me.
I will not be what people are looking for us two words. I will not be what the people thought to have a party (as I always have to organize and having almost pray to accept an invitation). I'll be just me.
With my solitude with my cats, with my books and the few people who care about me and who deign sometimes to send a text message of their own free will.
Sometimes it happens that after months of silence someone gets vivo (Simon, you're always sweet). And are those who say "wait, is not that a little is heard, it is that the call". The other course, respond if you call them, but otherwise are never live. Not a invitation, not a text message to say "you're alive." I wish you a safe journey to the other. I have no grudge, nor anger. On second thought, I think this is the most linear I've ever done. Just that it's time to understand who follow the road. With everyone else I hope one day our paths will meet to give us a good time .. ^ _ ^ Of madness, that's for sure, because I got to do: P
Kisses to all .. that your path is strewn with roses and honey (and not because they are slippery: P).
