I am about to watch Russell Peters comedies by myself, and I wish I had someone to share the laughs and sit close with, so I can die laughing and bury my face in their arms. And rub my tears on their sleeve- tears from laughing so damn hard.
Ah yes, pathetic, lonely me.
My life is so substantial, but it lacks substance. Substance being that one person I can have an intelligent conversation with on the daily. Don't get me wrong, I have plenty of people to talk to who are awesome and we talk about awesome things. But that ONE person, that I can talk to about absolutely anything and everything. I realized this yesterday. Having someone to talk to keeps me sane.
I'm starting to notice a pattern here. All I talk about is being single. But then again technically we were put on this earth so that we can meander and bump into somebody. And then create another somebody. So I suppose I'm just being human.