Day on the Beach

Spent the day on the beach.  Alone.  Came back to the house.  Talked to a kid.  Another.  Another.  Nobody even answered.  Pretty much, still alone.  I am learning to do it.  Alone helps me.  But, I do love connecting one on one or one on just a few.  That's ok.  Everyone is just having their time.  Meeting their needs.  Sometimes I wish that there was someone to talk about these emotions.  Or spiritual things.  To say my questions out loud.  To hear what someone I respect thinks.  But mostly, people are either in a silent mood or a planning or party kind of mood.  I feel alone in my need for talking out emotions.  Feels burdensome to others.  I guess that's why I write.  Let's me work through it some.  However, Not totally.  No feedback.  That same syndrome as loving my mom even though she's gone.  I do.  But, she's not able to give anything back.  I write here and in my journal, but they don't give anything back.
Patience, dear soul.  Who you are is special.  Though you are weird.  Don't give up on being you.
Yes....you got it....I will just have to talk myself through it. ;)
blessings.