What is it about the holidays that make certain people feel loved and part of a family while others feel left out and depressed? I suppose my general feeling of loneliness stems from a prodigal son syndrome. For those not familiar with the Bible, the bad son, who has sqandered his inheritance, returns, and the father celebrates. The older son, who's always been obedient, feels gipped because the horrible son is getting all the attention so he feels taken for granted.
Welcome to my world.
To take my mind off it, I've decided to start taking some sort of hobby or class, like bellydancing or take up taekwondo again. Ugghh. I need to meet guys. It's sad, but the only ones I seem to attract are the 30 year old drunks that come into the library. The 20 year old sober ones won't even glance at me.
I apologize for the bitchiness. I'm usually very optimistic. Just having a bad day I guess.