In life I've done alright.
I've had good friends, and good people I want to be with.
So this is an admission that I don't know how to talk, approach, or act around people that I really like, the sort of people that one would think of spending a lifetime with. And it's OK. That makes me not want to have a stable life and it's aok. It's mildly sad, but not particularly unfair or bad. Just sheer dumb stupid luck on things I know and things I don't know.
In a different life I would like to be able to talk to people that I can imagine spending a lifetime with on the first meeting. Or being able to interact with them reasonably at all. Yeah. Bye.
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