jean-vic
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By day, I am a proud loner, stalking the streets alone without a care in the world, no thought for my fellow man, the trivial issues of the day unimportant to me. I much prefer to be alone with my thoughts rather than feigning interest in the shallow persuasions of my generation. However, by night - though not every night - when the lights are dim and the alcohol has taken hold of me, I feel a pang of sadness that I cannot connect with other people. I long for companionship and I leave the local rock club slightly deflated in the knowledge that once again I am walking home alone. I write this as I bathe in malaise at my lot, the numb afterglow of the alcohol slowly wearing off and leaving me hollow. I shall wake in a few hours and make the trip to work, once again revelling in the silence of the lonely walk. Should I drink again, tomorrow, I will be once more consumed in a cyclone of longing and regret, and I'll be left wondering, in the early hours, which me is the real me. The loner, or the man seeking the solace of another?
Tell me, does anyone else feel like this?
Tell me, does anyone else feel like this?