Just a thought I had for you

I haven't been online a while. Lonely is still the flavour of the day here. Its strange how one can be the center of a room or the speaker in a conversation yet still be so isolated on the inside. Is there really anyone who is truly a friend or does the term "true love" even exist. Maybe I am just synical or maybe I just really don't get it. Are some people never destined to find a companion beyond a pet? I don't know. "unconditional love", is it ever really beyond what a parent feels for their child? I would like to think that I am naive and that these rare gems exist. Maybe it is because I really have no clue about the concept of loving - either a friend or a companion. Maybe I really don't know anything about being a friend or being a companion.

Sorry, this is fairly depressing but I had to put that out there. I hope that today brings each one of us something special. Even if it is a stranger complimenting your shoes. Hopefully someone finds there "one and only" today. Hopefully a spectacular even occurs and someones life is changed for the better. Hopefully, one day, that person is me.

Smile randomly at someone today. That might be the even the other person needs. Be kind to eachother because we are all we have. :)

Normal

Well, I see the last one did not go well. Let me tell u about me. I was born a white politicians daughter in Rhodesia in 73. Wow, not great times. Its too bad though. People don't get it. Normal is what you grow up with every day. So for Canadians, normal is hockey on Saturday night (even now without the theme song). For Americans it is baseball and basketball. For each nation at each point in the split second of time, normal is different. My normal in the late70's was different from normal to a Rhodesian in the 60's. Anyway, blah blah. It is so sad that now, years later, my normal where I am is still looking over my shoulder, wondering, suspecting and not trusting. For me it will always be that and thank God there is a blog space I can write that. My friend, my age, from the place I live now, never lock cars, look down a street thrice before they cross or look at people more than a glance. What a great existence. I wish I could do that. Not wonder or think beyond the immediate. Must be nice. The worst is the dreams and not having anyone around me able to understand if I dared to tell them. I now understand the difference between sympathy and empathy. What similar words, what vast difference in definition. I don't want sympathy. People that break an arm get that. I don't even want empathy. I just don't want to be on the outside looking in anymore. Being an observer is highly overrated.

Just a question for anyone

I just want to ask a question first. Anyone who knows can answer. I will post about myself later. I have a Rhodesia-Zimbabwe Flag. Original date stamped 25 Sept 1979 and was trying to find outt he value of it. The web does not help and I am lost. Please help.