The holiday is everywhere, even where I can't miss it, in the Google Doodle. Google is hosting micro-stories collected by the folks from This American Life, which is as excellent as you'd expect.
I can't help but feel a bit rotten about coming up on this holiday again, and being essentially solitaire. I'm not good at falling for the people who fall for me. Haven't been very open to it for a while now. And I regret that. But regretting it isn't changing it.
What I am doing is chasing the rest of my dreams. When I think on how I don't come home to anyone, how there's no one eager to hear what I did today, no one who makes a habit of sharing my bed, I think: You're finally doing what you want to do, and being good at it.
If you're lonely in the meantime, then be lonely.
