Viewing Thread:
"Something Comforting"

It's a dying shame that the world has come to me, wanted so much more than I could possibly give. Alone, anyway. For I was lucky, each and every time.

I'm desperately trying to find something to comfort me. Something that can give me that warm hug that I'm not capable of imagining all on my own tonight. Maybe just a song, a song that could remind me of the good times... the times when I didn't even have to try to imagine...

But there's nothing. It's just notes. Notes and notes and they don't really enter my head, just bounce out again, I can't even remember hearing them. I need something I can listen to not with my ears... something I need to feel... but my music won't hug me. Not tonight.

And the choices I have... my, the choices. I could smoke! Hell, that'd be good... but why? Why the pressure? Well, look, wouldn't I just look cool. Nobody hugs me because I don't look like they do on tv, you know. I should grow a little goaty, gel my hair down and wear trendy glasses... I should go shopping, shopping for a new t-shirt. Nobody hugs me because I look different. They're scared of me.

The adverts make so much sense now...

Nobody hugs me because I'm skinny. Nobody hugs me because I'm fat. Nobody will ever hug me, because I'm spotty. I'm ugly. Some days I have bad breath. I look too old, I look too young. In fact, nobody hugs me because I'm not very good at football.

I suppose that's just something I'll have to accept. No need for bets, because I'll make no money anyway. Everyone knows the truth really, everyone.

So I can hide. It's alright, I can accept that now. I'm ugly. I'm poor. I'm stupid. Nobody will ever hug me. Ah well.

I can drink. That's cool. When I drink, my mind shuts up for a while... it's so... refreshing. And I can go out with people... and nobody really cares... I'll do all the stuff... and... I won't care that I look skinny...

I have this wonderful imagination... if I concentrate hard enough, I can feel someone hugging me.

But not tonight.

Humm...for some reason, that reminds me of today's society.

Nicely put. As you would say, it affected me.

That was really good Grix

Another good post Grix, that one seemed a bit darker to me than your usual ones, dunno why...

It's I can connect with, although not really the mind set. Still, good writing.

It's a dying shame that the world has come to me, wanted so much more than I could possibly give. Alone, anyway. For I was lucky, each and every time.

I'm desperately trying to find something to comfort me. Something that can give me that warm hug that I'm not capable of imagining all on my own tonight. Maybe just a song, a song that could remind me of the good times... the times when I didn't even have to try to imagine...

But there's nothing. It's just notes. Notes and notes and they don't really enter my head, just bounce out again, I can't even remember hearing them. I need something I can listen to not with my ears... something I need to feel... but my music won't hug me. Not tonight.

And the choices I have... my, the choices. I could smoke! Hell, that'd be good... but why? Why the pressure? Well, look, wouldn't I just look cool. Nobody hugs me because I don't look like they do on tv, you know. I should grow a little goaty, gel my hair down and wear trendy glasses... I should go shopping, shopping for a new t-shirt. Nobody hugs me because I look different. They're scared of me.

The adverts make so much sense now...

Nobody hugs me because I'm skinny. Nobody hugs me because I'm fat. Nobody will ever hug me, because I'm spotty. I'm ugly. Some days I have bad breath. I look too old, I look too young. In fact, nobody hugs me because I'm not very good at football.

I suppose that's just something I'll have to accept. No need for bets, because I'll make no money anyway. Everyone knows the truth really, everyone.

So I can hide. It's alright, I can accept that now. I'm ugly. I'm poor. I'm stupid. Nobody will ever hug me. Ah well.

I can drink. That's cool. When I drink, my mind shuts up for a while... it's so... refreshing. And I can go out with people... and nobody really cares... I'll do all the stuff... and... I won't care that I look skinny...

I have this wonderful imagination... if I concentrate hard enough, I can feel someone hugging me.

But not tonight.