Every Monday morning - or Sun night for that matter - i tell myself that last night was the last night of clubbing. While i do get depressed looking at others being with someone or finding someone, sometimes i amaze myself with the serenity with which i just smile at the ongoings and feel totally at peace with my fate of loneliness.
And i repeat the guilt trip all over again the following week.
And this morning, i did something to establish a connection with certain people. Even i was surprised at my abject failure. I avoid contact, and when a moment arises when i crave it, there is noone for me to connect with.
This is getting tiring. Even for me.
ps. just when i thought all hope is lost …. hope arrives in the unlikeliest form …
Ikea’s 2009 catalogue is out! Yes! YES!