1.) A good friend to talk about my problems with. You know the one that you can call any time to talk to about things.
2.) Ok friends in general. Not the intimate personal kind, but the ones you can just simply go out and grab a drink with and blow off steam.
3.) My mom. God its been 12 years and a bit more since she died. Kinda the reason I have seperation anxiety, then again I followed her around like a puppy and have been so very lost without. Not in a Epdipus Complex sorta way, but in a best friend in the world kinda way. My partner leaves for a night away with a friend of ours not once, but twice, and I panic. I act like an ass. Someone pointed out to me recently that it was sepration anxiety, god another issue i have to deal with.
You would think that I would have friends, or a friend, or anything. But honestly I don't. Work and distance have conspired to remove all my friends. I have acquaitances, but either they dont' want to listen to my problems and help me out, or they want to set me up with their friends, or they are afraid I am going to hit on them or make a move on them, or god forbid molest their child because I am gay and all gay guys molest people. (those acquaitnaces aren't acquaintances any more thankfully). And lord knows my temper, my depression, my anexity have done everything they could to come between those friends of mine that still want to call me and mine friends.
And I could vent my problems through blogging but I have been told not to beacsue who the hell wants to read my problems.
In the end I simply miss a true friend in my life that accepts my faults and my problems and moves on beyond them. Somone to cry with, to laugh with, someone to help me beat back the darkness that haunts my soul, when it gets a bit to prounced in my life, somoene who will let me return the favor. But then again, when all my problems are taken into account, i don't think mother theresa, god rest her soul, woudl want to be my friend. this isn't pity, or a pity party, just a dawning realization that adds another thing to the list of things that haunt me.
2.) Ok friends in general. Not the intimate personal kind, but the ones you can just simply go out and grab a drink with and blow off steam.
3.) My mom. God its been 12 years and a bit more since she died. Kinda the reason I have seperation anxiety, then again I followed her around like a puppy and have been so very lost without. Not in a Epdipus Complex sorta way, but in a best friend in the world kinda way. My partner leaves for a night away with a friend of ours not once, but twice, and I panic. I act like an ass. Someone pointed out to me recently that it was sepration anxiety, god another issue i have to deal with.
You would think that I would have friends, or a friend, or anything. But honestly I don't. Work and distance have conspired to remove all my friends. I have acquaitances, but either they dont' want to listen to my problems and help me out, or they want to set me up with their friends, or they are afraid I am going to hit on them or make a move on them, or god forbid molest their child because I am gay and all gay guys molest people. (those acquaitnaces aren't acquaintances any more thankfully). And lord knows my temper, my depression, my anexity have done everything they could to come between those friends of mine that still want to call me and mine friends.
And I could vent my problems through blogging but I have been told not to beacsue who the hell wants to read my problems.
In the end I simply miss a true friend in my life that accepts my faults and my problems and moves on beyond them. Somone to cry with, to laugh with, someone to help me beat back the darkness that haunts my soul, when it gets a bit to prounced in my life, somoene who will let me return the favor. But then again, when all my problems are taken into account, i don't think mother theresa, god rest her soul, woudl want to be my friend. this isn't pity, or a pity party, just a dawning realization that adds another thing to the list of things that haunt me.
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