I like it when it happens.
There is a wide range of people who are distant by common interests or locality.
Easily said.
Even people in the same postcode or town are rare meetings. Twice last week and yesterday - four of us. I knock on a friend's door when I'm around the area for any reason, with no response in about 2 years. Just a slight fringe of embarrassment... leading to an emotion of rejection which soon fades. Some luck like yesterday washes away all the empty years. Walking around with the friend spending all his time on the phone. Then the other 2 turn up to meet as I follow and we meet. This common interest of home and moving phone usage is a public addiction and a practical dislike for me. Good reminder of the advantage.
But he is hard to find or track down. Elusive. My closest neighbour generally says she doesn't know where he is.
Just one simple issue now. I wonder how long this will take to resolve. Might be an SA windup.
I bought an electrical socket panel to do make some changes in my home. The hardware shop was close to where he lives, and I struck gold to get a response to the doorbell for years. I left the kit in the main room and went out to get to the river but all the phone drama led us to various places. Bumped into another friend who's out of hospital, after some heart & lung trouble.
Two headed off. I spent a last moment with the recovered chap to say bye and already could see those seconds meant I lost track. I tried sprinting to catch up. From town centre I have exactly 13 different routes to get home. I don't know where this pair were heading. The woman lives next to me. I went my way. I expected they might take a bus. No way to know if they got back before or I did. I went to ring the bell. From general conversation, he might want to go to his Dad's place where I haven't been. But I got an answer to the bell next door, so I knew she was at home. I wasn't wanted to come in. Maybe they were spending the night together, but I think the intercom chat covers any privacy. Maybe it was hand signals to each, as you see when on the phone? And I do it. I wave hands or shake head, yeah? Meaning 'say I'm not here' Fine. Sent text. Back on the intercom the next day. She was still in bed. Come over later. I asked about the person I was trying to find again 'I don't know where he is'. I assume they're together in there now. I thought it was worth the walk, yet again... no result...probably a few more years to go again
All I want is my socket back. How? My regret of not taking it with me
Tell me. Do I overemphasise? It's all typed out from my memory of yesterday and today.
I like detail. I think it doesn't go well with anyone. Maybe what I'm missing in life is people to talk to
I don't think this will get me into a mental breakdown, but starting on a thought of buying another one... a limited budget. How long to wait? Wouldn't be surprised if this guy finds this socket on his sofa, takes it round the corner to the ironmongers for a refund because he doesn't need it, and gets some beers with the money. I might, if some freak left something lying around. I guess I don't know many people with more than one home. I rely on them to be found at home. They can come to me
My feelings now: I want to encounter any girl with any worries she wants to spill out and show emotions
I'm good for that. I would come up with a different solution
twisted SA