Welcome to the insanity

I spend way too much time thinking when I am stuck in the laundromat. Doubly so when there's no one else there except the attendant and he doesn't seem to really care about poking his head around the corner. This time around, while stuck in the middle of America on the iPod, I found myself writing a letter in my journal to someone who will never see it. Between trying to explain how something unfolded and how I found myself incredibly naive in missing different things from different people.

Add to that the fact that a friend recently accused me of trying to develop a harem. When I stop laughing I will continue to deny it. I am neither attractive nor anything special to be that attractive. I do have a lot of friends who are women. I am also very close to my friends, but I wouldn't expect that any of them would look at me that way. Just have a lot of good friends, nothing more.

Well, more insanity later when I start figuring it out more.