Here I am up on my soap box again. I haven’t been here in a while and I have to say that I’ve missed it.
The phrase “I don’t have a life.” makes me ill.
You do have a life. You are breathing, talking, (some of you) blogging, moving individual who it seems is unhappy with the state of your social life.
You have options in this, you know.
You can get out and meet others. Volunteer. Be seen. Join groups or clubs. Help out other organizations. Protest the things you don’t like. Be where other people are. (Few of you are bed ridden and so sickly that they can’t be with other people at times.)
But you do have a life. It is what you make of it.
True. The person you want to mate up with may not be interested in you.
You may be something of a joke because of your choice of dress or other things not as fixable about yourself, but there are people out there that do see beyond skin deep.
This is a matter of self worth here. People for ages have made something of themselves out of nothing. Mostly by learning to be happy with what they are and if not, changing it.
But mostly I want to say, don’t let other peoples yard sticks knock you off your perfectly good road in life. Be the best you can be and be proud of it. Not a, ‘wish I had that’ to distraction kind of a person.
Look around at the good things in your life and put on a smile. You do have a life, and I like you for that.