soon to be 50 years old,
I have genuinly never written a story in my whole life.
yet for some strange reason, I felt complelled today to do so.

I would like to tell you a story, but the sad turf is no one would care to read it, That is !!!
I am not the kind of person you want to be or aspire to,
If i was famous, good looking or had lots of money, anything that some one wants from life, people might be reading this,
we as humans mostly give our time if we are getting something out of it, or in the hope of getting what we want.
a younge man might not bother talking to a girl he finds unatractive, but I have seen many a man bend over backwards for a prity girl.
this is the sad truth about us humans, NOT so hu-main are we !!!!!!!

I have never really had any of the things people look for in others, God was not kind to me in that way, this is mostly why I find my self all alone and unhappy.
In a way, a peacefull part of me finds this not so hard to live with, as the same part of me would rather be alone than surranded by fakes, people who would want to use me if I was not me.
In a protective way, I may well be in a safe place here all alone,