If you know me personally, you'll observe (if I hadn't told you yet) that I'm a bit of a loner. I just like doing some things alone. Watch movies and TV shows, go to gigs and shows, I even live by myself (my roommate and I have little in common). I like eating alone and taking a long walk afterwards while sporting my iPod, Karla. Really, everything that a loner's supposed to do.
But sometimes, one can't help but yearn for human friction, attention, and affection. So I go out with my friends at least once a week, acquire lunch buddies in the office, or maybe go on a date sometimes. However, I still can't help but feel really different, so I end up being alone again.
I think I've lost my train of thought there. What I'm trying to say is, I looked back on all my failed relationships and think about why I even started them. Was it love or was it loneliness?
Anyway, if I ever happen upon real love. I wish to read this poem (taken from one of the Harold and Kumar movies) to her:
The Square Root of Three
by David Feindberg