Lonely Loneliness

Sunny Sunday Afternoon

Question:

Hi DR….I haven’t seen a posting from you before..I was out of commission for a while though so I might have missed you. I liked reading about your day. I know you didn’t enjoy your Sunday, but to be honest ….it sounded like the kind of day I would enjoy…maybe its the fact that you were alone, I suppose. I guess its the kind of day made for two…riding your bicycle along the river, sitting in sunny street cafe looking at the people going by and listening to the people around you, going to a movie in the early evening and capping it all off with asian take-out ……a perfect sunday if you ask me….something tells me that since it’s already Monday for you there when you posted this and it’s still early Sunday evening here that I couldnt’t join ya next time ;o) <smile> Anyway, Like I said, I enjoyed reading your post….Glad to meet you! Regards, Jenn [Hugs] members.aol.com/jeneve23/enter.html *+ *+ *+ *+ *+ *+ * "I wish they would only take me as I am." -Vincent Van Gogh, Dear Theo: Autobiography of Vincent Van Gogh

Response:

So here we go again.  Yet another sunny Sunday afternoon, in the spring-time.  No clue what to do.  Depression looming large in this sordid place of mine.  Clothes, books and invoices scattered all a cross the bedroom floor.  Dishes unwashed for five days piling up in the kitchen.  And empty bottles of beer on the living-room table.  And the sun smiling sarcastically outside the window.  It’s 11.30am. So here we go again.  Riding grandpa’s bicycle up along the dirty little river.  Too many couples, to many kids, too many dogs and too many pensioners.  This is the city I live in.  Full of happy people, enjoying their simple happy lives.  And me.  Right in the middle of them.  And its 3:30. So here we go again.  Sitting in a sunny street cafe with a book I’m not reading, a beer I shouldn’t be drinking, listening to a conversation I’m not supposed to hear.  The girls are too pretty, and I’m too obviously lonely, staring at them through my sunglasses. It’s 6:30. So here I sit again. The only lonely man in this movie theatre.  The beer and the sun have made me feel dizzy and I almost doze off while the trailers flickering across the screen.  And when the movie’s over I hurry out first again, lower my head again and make a bee-line for home again. It’s 9:15. So there you are again.  The girls from the street cafe are now in the Asian take-away restaurant where I’m paying for being too lazy to cook myself something for dinner.  They’re talking to a guy. I’m sure one of them recognized me, but this is not a city where you talk to strangers readily. So I just eat my chicken curry and go. It’s 10:30. So here I sit again, in front of the computer screen, and its Monday now, 2:30 am, and I’m wondering if I have anything particular to share with alt.support.loneliness.  I’ve read a few messages I would have liked to reply to, but I just didn’t know what to say.  I guess I’ll never learn. Bye-bye, I’ll have to be back at work in a few hours.  Maybe one day I’ll know some answers. Meanwhile, thanks for reading my lamentations. DR

Response:

Posted and Mailed I do hope you’ll stop by again and maybe you’ll be able to find some words to answer a few posts sometime.  <smile>  Be welcome here.  Jae – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -Roth Daniel wrote: > So here we go again.  Yet another sunny Sunday afternoon, in the > spring-time.  No clue what to do.  Depression looming large in this sordid > place of mine.  Clothes, books and invoices scattered all a cross the > bedroom floor.  Dishes unwashed for five days piling up in the kitchen.  And > empty bottles of beer on the living-room table.  And the sun smiling > sarcastically outside the window.  It’s 11.30am. > So here we go again.  Riding grandpa’s bicycle up along the dirty little > river.  Too many couples, to many kids, too many dogs and too many > pensioners.  This is the city I live in.  Full of happy people, enjoying > their simple happy lives.  And me.  Right in the middle of them.  And its > 3:30. > So here we go again.  Sitting in a sunny street cafe with a book I’m not > reading, a beer I shouldn’t be drinking, listening to a conversation I’m not > supposed to hear.  The girls are too pretty, and I’m too obviously lonely, > staring at them through my sunglasses. It’s 6:30. > So here I sit again. The only lonely man in this movie theatre.  The beer > and the sun have made me feel dizzy and I almost doze off while the trailers > flickering across the screen.  And when the movie’s over I hurry out first > again, lower my head again and make a bee-line for home again. It’s 9:15. > So there you are again.  The girls from the street cafe are now in the Asian > take-away restaurant where I’m paying for being too lazy to cook myself > something for dinner.  They’re talking to a guy. I’m sure one of them > recognized me, but this is not a city where you talk to strangers readily. > So I just eat my chicken curry and go. It’s 10:30. > So here I sit again, in front of the computer screen, and its Monday now, > 2:30 am, and I’m wondering if I have anything particular to share with > alt.support.loneliness.  I’ve read a few messages I would have liked to > reply to, but I just didn’t know what to say.  I guess I’ll never learn. > Bye-bye, I’ll have to be back at work in a few hours.  Maybe one day I’ll > know some answers. Meanwhile, thanks for reading my lamentations. > DR

–             "The things we hate about ourselves….                  aren’t more real than the things….                         we like about ourselves."                          Ellen Goodman

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