Don"t Be a Stranger....Don't Be Stranger?.....Could I Be Any Stranger?

Where is it that your support system can stand up and be recognized? Why is it that you can stick yourself out there and offer yourself up and in the end you are basking in the deep end of Eden's Irony Water park?

I tend to think of my social life as a series of intertwined circles where all my different groups of friends are on different circles and the common point is me. I know this plays right into the six degrees of separation theory but that's just how I see it.

The women that are on these circles (with few exceptions) that I have tried to form relationships with all seem to having one thing in common. They don't give a fuck about me. Even if they think or say they do they end up having the most obscure or sublime way of showing it.

I usually deal with like I do most other things and that is to find the humor in it. To add to them the list of characters out there on some intertwined circle that I can never seem to relate to but am always willing to help out.

I try to chock all this up as another learning experience and try not to harbor any Costanza like bitterness.

Miked

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