At a night club here in Seattle, I spotted a dude who frequented my former haunt in Sacramento. This was back in my early years of goth-poserdom (circa 1999-2002) that coincided with a rather lonely time in my life. Unlike me–for my regular attendance I actually met very few people there–this guy seemed to already know all the regulars (except me) and managed to befriend anyone new with relative ease. I wanted to meet people the way he did. I wanted to know his friends. But that never happened; I moved away from Sacramento and started a new life in Portland and then Seattle.
Running into this guy the other night struck a nerve. My girlfriend (of 5 years) and I have just separated and I know that I am destined to endure another stint of loneliness. Why did this guy have to reappear at this point in time to mark the occasion and amplify my insecurity?
Such is life.
