Just thinkin the same, what can I say, I have never tried to anger anyone, yet everyday, almost everyone misunderstands almost everything I say.
Sit down and think a moment, your friends, what are thier names? Do you know thier full names, their telephone numbers? If you called them up at 4am would they be welcoming? Would you be?
I would. I've never turned anyone away and I've suffered for it. Like you I have no friends, just people I say "hi" to. If they need help, they turn to me, I am "thier" friend. But they aren't mine.
Sometimes, it is our past, overshadowing us, it seems to want us to push people away, makes us say things we don't really mean, we try to be funny, but it comes out wrong, they misunderstand, because we're not articulate enough to say what we ment. And this fuels our future. The rut, just keeps getting deeper. Recognising this, should free us, but what we really need, is someone, one person, to hold out thier hand..
Well, here is my hand. Use it well, be my friend, I listen good. My name is Martin Booth. I want friends to. Friends are people you can turn to. Not just people, who turn to you.
Take my hand...