My social skills are rusty, yeah I'm cool behind a keyboard with people I know. But live not memorex, I Suck!!! I feel alone in a crowded room still trapped in my damn head and not letting go. A part of me screaming I just don't want to be here; in this space learning to live this life all over again. You meet and greet. You mingle hoping that some of them are really single. You waste cute outfits and hurt feet on Mr. Representative and the cycle repeats.
I promise I am a happy ever after girl built for forever. I should be at home under cuddle alert, but instead here I am in these streets learning to play a game in which I can't compete; I don't know the rules or even the dance moves. All I was really thinking was I have to get up in the morning, my ride home is almost an hour. I just burned a half a tank and my split did not turn out sexy like those ladies. Oh I need to loosen up, but I can't catch a vibe because I don't understand this dirty south music. This is my reality. I'm single and my social skills suck. I'm so far out of the game that I promise NERD was flashing across my head. I think I'll stick to singles ministry at church or home with my remote.
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