i was out for another walk today. as i was listening to sara bareilles and deep in thought, i made a step to the left and just at that moment i caught someone running up beside me in my peripheral vision. i made a quick step to the right and declared an apology. the runner, an attractive male from what i could discern post near collision, never spoke, never broke his stride and continued moving into the distance ahead at a rapid clip. at that moment i felt unnoticed and insignificant, and i thought, "well if there is ever a metaphor for how i'm feeling men i find attractive react to me, this would be it."
i guess it didn't help that earlier in the day, i was caught by the thought that i think i've forgotten what it feels like to be loved. all in all, not the best of days.
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