I get to go to Vacaville for Thanksgiving, which is very cool ’cause I get to see the family. So I can kind of understand how come so many people are writing blogs and emails about how they’re lonely and that sucks. Indeed it does.
I don’t mean to crap all over anyone’s misery, but often loneliness is a person’s own bloody fault. Every lonely period I have ever been through has been entirely because I was, at the time, a miserable bastard. I was too caustic, sarcastic, passive-agressive, foul-mouthed, self-centered, greedy, needy. Not even God wanted to talk to me. I didn’t even like myself; why on earth would anyone else disagree? I had to take inventory of my life, eliminate the characteristics that I didn’t like, and become the person I wanted to be—someone more like Jesus.
I don’t presume to know a lot of the bloggers. Some of them may think they know me because they’ve read my Rants and assume this is what I’m like. (This, in spite of my disclaimers that Rants are my way of letting off steam, and that in real life I’m a lot nicer, wittier, and more handsome.) I don’t know if you’re alone because your personality resembles old mayonnaise. I hope not. I simply find, through personal experience, that this is often true.
And I find it ridiculous that such people regularly defend themselves with, “That’s not true. I’m not like that. My other friends think I’m great.” First they complain that they’re alone; then they defend themselves by referring to friends. Aren’t these the same friends who aren’t around? True friends warn you about your flaws; false ones make fun of them behind your back.