Thursday, November 18, 2010

Being forgotten

It is a terrible thing to be forgotten. I have few friends. I am strange enough and different enough that I'm not very likable. I wish that was not true. But I don't really socialize well. I want to be able to, but I always fail. I fail badly. I am a very defective person. Other people don't like to be around defective people. And so I am forgotten.
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4 comments:

  1. darkfoamNovember 18, 2010 at 8:37 PM

    hey indigo ..
    i might get busy at times and fail to check blog updates, but in my book you are not forgotten...

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  2. AnonymousNovember 19, 2010 at 12:09 PM

    Nor in mine!! ((HUGS))

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  3. Butterfly MageNovember 21, 2010 at 7:30 PM

    Foam, Hanumandas: I get pretty bad seasonal depression. Some years are better than others, but this is probably the second-worst bout of seasonal depression I've had in the past fifteen years. It's kinda tough this year.

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  4. FuguesStateKnitsDecember 26, 2010 at 7:53 PM

    NEVER forgotten!:)Hugs,
    Joan

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