With the risk of sounding self-pitying (I promise it’s only temporarily) I felt a strong sense of loneliness today. I mean, I’m used to being alone by now (twenty-nine-years and counting) but there’s a difference between being lonely and alone. Just alone is no biggie, I’ve never feared that, mostly because I’m so used to it I guess but also because it’s really the only time when I can truly be myself.

What I missed today was to be myself together with someone. I’ve only experienced a sense of what that could be like maybe two or perhaps three times in my life. Special people, special friends all three and yet…I don’t know. Maybe it’s me?