all the lonely people

All the lonely people came over to my apartment last night. It was almost out of a Steve Martin movie. Weird was an understatement.

There was the loud & obnoxious contingent over in one corner, trying to talk each other up, talk over each other and do there best not to really sit and listen to the others. They all had an overwhelming need to talk to someone. Listening wasn't high on their list.

Then there was a group of quiet people sitting on my couch. They had taken to petting the cats, looking at the various magazine I had left on the coffee table. They were the shy ones. They didn't quite look straight at you, but their eyes wandered the room, afraid to be caught on anything or anyone for too long.

I was the host for this weird convention. It was a strange honor. I was one of them yet I was a step apart. I wore my shyness & loneliness on my shirt (literally, I was wearing my "introvert" tshirt).

How did I end up being the host? No one else volunteered.

Sometimes things are as simple as that.

Other times, it's not that simple. Sometimes it's as complex as can be.

What was I trying to say here?

Who knows.

There weren't really any people over at my apartment last night, I am just a lonely guy.

Wait, no I am not. I am a happily married guy. I was with my wife.

All the lonely people. Where do they all come from?