I don’t think she ever cared for me
Yeah, maybe I’m shooting myself in the foot with statements that begin with, “I don’t think that former cashier ever cared for me,” but there you are. I don’t think that former cashier ever cared for me, and I don’t think she cares for me now. Am I shooting myself in the foot? Perhaps. I see my current position, the position that sees me prepared to say that this woman doesn’t care for me, and that she never cared for me; I see myself as walking out of yet another bad scene, again. The bit where I said we could be platonic friends? That’s one stage. The next stage could very well see me making statements such as, “She never cared for me.”
I don’t see why we couldn’t still be friends. I might be mistaken in what I say in the above paragraph and headline, and she could forgive me and make things right. That is, after all, what friends do for each other. All the time. I don’t see why some elements of our deal can’t be on her to set right.
Meanwhile, I can look into this notion that, as I said in my previous post, that no pea resides underneath the shell that represents this or that attractive young woman in my world. Will such a realization throw me into the pit of despair? How about I couple such a notion with the notion that the former cashier never, ever cared for me. Will those two notions, together, do me in? Or maybe, just maybe, I’m following my buddha. Maybe the two notions, together, will set me free, again. Add the notion that it can take me, Richard Alexander, YEARS AND YEARS before anyone cool and together takes an interest in me, AND, add the thought that I may be too old for someone I can consider viable to take an interest in me, and we’ll just see. We’ll just see about all of that.
I don’t see why we couldn’t still be friends. I might be mistaken in what I say in the above paragraph and headline, and she could forgive me and make things right. That is, after all, what friends do for each other. All the time. I don’t see why some elements of our deal can’t be on her to set right.
Meanwhile, I can look into this notion that, as I said in my previous post, that no pea resides underneath the shell that represents this or that attractive young woman in my world. Will such a realization throw me into the pit of despair? How about I couple such a notion with the notion that the former cashier never, ever cared for me. Will those two notions, together, do me in? Or maybe, just maybe, I’m following my buddha. Maybe the two notions, together, will set me free, again. Add the notion that it can take me, Richard Alexander, YEARS AND YEARS before anyone cool and together takes an interest in me, AND, add the thought that I may be too old for someone I can consider viable to take an interest in me, and we’ll just see. We’ll just see about all of that.
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