Rebuilding

It’s been almost three months since I’ve written anything on this blog, and I can’t even tell you what I’m writing now will be anything worth reading.

It’s been a hard few months—an extraordinarily hard few months, not to put too fine a point on it.

Covid has devastated my social life. I’ve been lonely. Exceedingly lonely.

I called five people a few minutes ago. Got voicemail on every one — it’s not like I’m not trying.

I called my mom, who always picks up. She picked up, thank God.

I finally returned a call I got a few days ago — a singles group leader at my church, and we had a nice chat about my joining the group. Yes, I’m joining a singles group, and I’m already inordinately grateful that she picked up.

That’s what my weekends are like, these days. Not too much going on…there are only so many rooms in my house I can clean before I’m dying to see or hear somebody.

“You’re relationship-oriented,” my head-shrinker friend Lana - who I pay to tell me these things - tells me.

Speaking of trying, I joined Christian Mingle. The crickets are deafening. I don’t know what it is about guys, but they don’t try — at all. One has a blurry picture of him looking off into the distance - retrospectively? I dunno. Another has a picture of his forehead — only. Whereas I put my best and brightest pictures on that site, these half-assed guys…er, half ass it. They are not getting this milkshake, let me tell you.

So that’s where I am these days, guys. Trying to rebuild. Trying to build something.

It’s really hard. I feel like I’m in the first day of Kindergarten again.