I just want to go and do something entertaining that doesn’t involve me staring at the walls of this quiet, empty apartment. I just want some company — some laughs, some drinks, maybe a meal — to forget that the only thing keeping the silence at bay is the squawk of the TV. I don’t want pity, I want camaraderie… preferably somewhere out there, in the wide world.
Sometimes it works out. Sometimes the world conspires against me to make it fail. There are even times when I’m in a room full of people and I feel like I’ve surrounded myself with cardboard cutouts of familiar faces… and when I’ve reached that point, nothing is going to help.