Happy Friday, y’all. I hope this weekend brings you some rest, and maybe some fun too! I’m getting one of my two short weeks this month, so I’m looking forward to the extra day to rest and more than likely sit and wonder why the hell it is that I’m a fan of such a horrible football team. LOL!
Today’s blog is probably going to end up being a sad one, so I apologize in advance if that’s the way this comes out. Just to let you know, I really only start writing whenever I have an idea of what I want to say, but I really don’t have any structure to my thoughts or anything. I just let my fingers type away whatever comes to my mind. With that said, what’s come to my mind this past week, aside from my Hispanic heritage history lesson like I mentioned a few days ago, is me coming to grips with being (as the popular kids said about 6 years ago) forever alone. I’ll be honest. Most of the time, I try not to think about it because it just bums me out, but lately it’s been swimming more towards the front of my dome. Little reminders here and there spring up and I always end up asking myself “Man. What the hell is so wrong with you, dude?” Inevitably, I come up with a few answers:
- I’m short
- I’m fat
- I’m very much in INFJ introvert
- I’m nerdy
- I’m a neat, clean, and tidy person
- I’m not rich
- I don’t seek out the newest material possessions (i.e. newer vehicle, newest smartphone, etc)
- I don’t like to go to bars/clubs
- I’m very religious and try to live my life within my Catholic moral structure (that’s not to say I fail at it. A LOT. BUT, I try!)
After the self-insulting part of my brain tells me those 9 facts and probably others in a quick succession, I nod and agree that those are pretty good reasons as to why I don’t even get the time of day from the opposite sex. I guess I have nothing to offer that women find attractive, and that sucks. Don’t get me wrong though. I’ve tried. Lord knows I’ve tried. Most of the time, I find that women find my kindness and genuine concern for them to be a front for something else. Little do they realize that I show love to everybody I care about. Also, I’ve actually gotten female friends essentially proverbially turn their noses up at me over the fact that I go to Confession frequently (weekly or bi-weekly) and I attend Mass on all holy days of obligation (that means every Sunday and other various feast days during weekdays when they happen throughout the year). How being strong in my faith, knowing my faith, and loving my faith turns into being a bad thing to women, I have no idea, but I find that to be a hindrance as well. Granted, I’m judging women hating on my love for God strictly from a platonic spectrum, but I’d have to think that it goes across the board. I know, generalizing ain’t cool but whatcha gonna do, right?
So, from time to time I find myself doing my thing in my apartment and I pause to think about just how much it would be cool to have that person of interest who would actually want to listen to me talk about the interesting things I learned that day, or music that I felt inspired by, or a documentary that I watched that moved me in one way or another and at the present I have nobody. I know it’s breaking my old man’s heart that I’m alone… probably my grandparents too, but at this point I feel like it’s really out of my control. I’ve done all I can do within reason. I’ll probably keep finding myself like I did last night. I was tired, had nobody to talk to, and I was actually feeling lonely. This morning, aside from the loneliness, I’ve added a touch of depression to the mix, so I’m having a fantastic time. If there is a single, nerdy, relaxed, introverted, traditionalist Catholic woman out there, send her my way!
Have a great weekend my dudes!