tedgresham
Writer, Thinker, Trouble Maker
It appears that the vast majority of people on this forum are young. That could be because my age group is not quite as net savvy and my parents' generation are still confused. Or it could be that our messed up world generates more lonely people. It's hard to tell because most people don't put their age on their profile.
I would have been at home on a place like this thirty years ago. I've known lonely for a long time. Most younger folks grow out of their angst. Some of us are not so lucky. For some this loneliness is a passing phase, a learning process. For others, like me, it is our only reality.
I have lived long enough to know I'm not alone "in the world." I've seen a number of people like me go down in flames from a distance. I've bounced off a few here and there. I don't need to be validated. I know who I am. I'm not interested in finding questions, some of which I know there are no answer for. I'm not all that interested in long-distance conversations that only leave one frustrated and alone once the long-distance friend signs off for the day or, as very often happens, disappears forever. Been there, done that. I'm interested in finding a real flesh and blood friend, or two, with whom I can share coffee (or beer, or booze), conversation, and companionship.
Growing old is a *****, like I said. It'd be good if I could find that friend somewhere hidden in these horrid trees of East Texas, the friend who maybe understands this road and has walked it as long as I. I'm not averse to friends younger than I, either, I could listen to their stories and share my pseudo-wisdom of the ages... or just talk bullshit. But either way, my arrival here was the result of an endless search to find That Person, the rare square peg in this world of religious round holes, that goat hidden in a bush avoiding the sheep who hold the noose....
If you're out there, you are not alone. I am here. Let's talk.
I would have been at home on a place like this thirty years ago. I've known lonely for a long time. Most younger folks grow out of their angst. Some of us are not so lucky. For some this loneliness is a passing phase, a learning process. For others, like me, it is our only reality.
I have lived long enough to know I'm not alone "in the world." I've seen a number of people like me go down in flames from a distance. I've bounced off a few here and there. I don't need to be validated. I know who I am. I'm not interested in finding questions, some of which I know there are no answer for. I'm not all that interested in long-distance conversations that only leave one frustrated and alone once the long-distance friend signs off for the day or, as very often happens, disappears forever. Been there, done that. I'm interested in finding a real flesh and blood friend, or two, with whom I can share coffee (or beer, or booze), conversation, and companionship.
Growing old is a *****, like I said. It'd be good if I could find that friend somewhere hidden in these horrid trees of East Texas, the friend who maybe understands this road and has walked it as long as I. I'm not averse to friends younger than I, either, I could listen to their stories and share my pseudo-wisdom of the ages... or just talk bullshit. But either way, my arrival here was the result of an endless search to find That Person, the rare square peg in this world of religious round holes, that goat hidden in a bush avoiding the sheep who hold the noose....
If you're out there, you are not alone. I am here. Let's talk.
