Sometimes I really do feel alone.
Over the years, I have spent so little time developing strong relationships with people I studied with, people I worked with, people I live with. I spent (and stil do spend) so much time developing who I am, my knowledge and understanding of the things I love.
I have many good friends that I can relate to on some things but not on others things. Sometimes, like this evening, I yearn for someone I can relate to fully, in a physical sense (for the nymphs, I don't mean sex).
This is not an indictment on those whom I keep company with. To be sure, I love my friends and family. This is an indictment on how complex a person I am on every level: emotional, physical and psychological. I don't seek to fit in where I know I won't or can't or am not wanted. I adapt to situations, but the toll on me emotionally accumulates.
What keeps me going?
The unconditional love of God expressed in Jesus, hanging willingly for me on a tree.