One frequently received compliment I received from a woman is, “You’re such a great guy, there is someone for you.” I have a rebuttal for that, but I’ll digress for a moment.
Every once in awhile, my eyes burst open and I think, “Crap. The Universe didn’t scoop up my incorpreal soul into the cosmo while I was sleeping.” I swing my legs over the side of bed, feet touching the carpet that I wanna replace badly.
“When Mom said there’ll be days like this, she never mentioned how many it would be or how many in a row,” I muse.
If I’m So Great
I strongly believe in transparency. I act the same with friends, family, co-workers so I don’t have to worry about who I told what, or how I acted around such-and-such. When I hear them say to me: You’re so great, Carlos. You’ll find someone.
Well if I’m so great, then why am I still single? The answer is simple.
I’m not that great.
Any other conclusion is illogical. I’ve coped with it as I didn’t like to that conclusion. Trust me, I wish it was something else. This’ll sound #salty but the folks that say, “You’re so great, Carlos, you’ll find someone”, comes from the lips of people that always have someone.
They don’t know what I have experienced.
Kinda wanna scream at the top of lungs, “There isn’t someone for me!”, because it’s true. Like I said, if I was good looking, great personality, and more, why would I be single?
Why would I be alone for more than a day?
The reason is simple: I’m not. I’m damaged goods. The one thing I’m great at is not being great.