Depressing day today. Called the cycle shop & they told me I could bring the old bike back in any time to have the heated grips installed. I told them I'd try to find a ride to bring me home, so I could leave it there for a while.
Spent the next hour or two trying to think of who I could ask to bring me home from the shop, and I couldn't think of anyone. I could walk back home (it's only 3 miles), but that's not really a good idea considering how I've been feeling the last several days.
And of course, this started me thinking of friendships (of the people around town I consider friends anyway), and again made me realize that nobody has time for me. I let most of it go because I realize I'm not terribly important in most people's lives, so I don't expect them to make time, but Viv and GRJ, for example? They've both known that I've been on vacation since the end of November, and I've even reminded them of that a week or so ago, but still, they can't find even an hour or two to have lunch or meet up.
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I don't know why I even bothered to write about this again? I'm just confirming things I already know but don't seem to be able to accept. Why can't I accept it? My old friends have moved on, so should I, yes? Maybe the problem is, 'move on to what?'...
9:45 p.m. - 2019-12-17
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