Loneliest Guy In The World?
Sometimes I think I must be the loneliest guy in the world.
I don't seem to have the same interests and pleasures others do. Like sports: Couldn't care less about sports. TV shows: Sure, I probably like some shows others do, but it seems when there's some show I really like, not enough others do and it gets taken off the air. The list goes on.
Then, there's the weather. It was real warm yesterday- hot, by my standards. Everybody seems to be loving it, but me. It wasn't just yesterday. It happens all the time.
There's this one girl that used to work at Rite- Aid. Won't mention any names, but I haven't seen her there in some time. I'd go in there on a hot summer day. My face beet red from working in the hot sun and my t- shirt damp with sweat. I'm hating it.
She'd always have to say something. Weather was the usual comment: "Isn't it just gorgeous out there today...?". That used to really irk me. I finally had to tell her I wasn't a sun lover and I'd hardly call warm, sunny days gorgeous. She'd sympathize, but next time you'd see her she still say the same thing.
Most everyone else is the same way. On a day like yesterday, it seems most people are walking around commenting about how great the weather is. Whatever.
I was just done mowing a lawn and she was picking up her daughter, Sabrina, next door. It was a pleasure seeing Babs again. Even more of a pleasure when I mentioned that the weather was too hot for me and I was thinking of calling it a day.
She agreed and said she didn't like the warm weather either. We got to talking and she seemed about as bothered by hot weather as I am. I remembered then that her hubby, Stan, is the same way.
How cool (pun intended). Maybe I'm not the loneliest guy in the world.