The saddest part about being alone is forgetting that you're alone. I know that sounds strange, but its true. Seeing things that you would normally get excited about, then remembering. Its happened twice this week, both times a similar scenario.
"Ben Folds at the Val-Air?! Sweet! Oh, wait."
"Tokyo Police Club @ the Slowdown?!?!? That will be a great show... which I have no one to go to with."
"One ticket for ______, please" gets old fast.
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I want to feel bad for you and say "if I was in town I would be your concert going pal"... but then this thought sets in:
"Are you serious? Pleeease. You at least have friends and a brother to go with... heck go with my brother."
I am the king of doing things solo
one: no man friends or prospects (I know, sucks)
for two: not many people like the music I listen to resulting in solo attendance. *I refuse to sit at home when my favorite band is playing.
BUT then I go back to ... you're right! DOWNER
concerts are way more fun when you have someone to go with. Thanks for reminding me of how alone I am... I started to forget.
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