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M
Mayday
Nobody has ever loved me. I wrote a whiny petulent rant on another thread about this just yesterday. Sometimes that feels intolerable, and then sometimes it just seems sad, and then sometimes it seems absurdly irrelevant when just surviving seems my only priority...
My feelings ebb and flow, along with my regret or otherwise for my aloneness. Sometimes the prospect of having anyone close to me in any sense seems worse than the reality of having nobody to love and be loved by, and those are the times I think I should be careful what I wish for when I whinge on and on about having nobody...
This is me. I can recognize love for other people, but I have no idea where it even figures in my life. Apart from my pets, I love them, and I think they love me...but people? dunno. I just don't get it. I was trying to think last night, if I could go back in time and ask my child self to describe love, what would she say? So far I haven't been able to come up with anything...
And like Maddog, sometimes I worry about this, sometimes it's just irrelevant because all I'm trying to do is survive.