Woe = me

Doesn't anybody want me?

It’s not that bad, I swear, but a guy’s gotta let off some steam now and then, right? Of course, those long, mopey periods of repeated blows to my self-confidence are punctuated by enough lucidity to realize that even when I catch someone’s eye, I’m often on the other side of the equation feeling a lack of true zing!, so I can’t even complain about the total unfairness of it all. Nevertheless, it’s been a while since there has been any real promise of anything, any glimmer of substantial mutual interest of any kind, and the dwindling prospects have been wearing me down lately.

I try to remind myself, though, that those romance comics always ended on an up note, so we’ll see. As ever.

Growing Up Heroes

A lot of single-theme blogs come and go, but I hope Growing Up Heroes manages to stick around for a while. It makes me ache with nostalgia of the most sincere variety. It’s basically pictures of people dressing up as their superhero or sci-fi idols as kids, and brings back vivid memories of my own attempts to do the same when I was a uncomplicated, over-imaginative, pretty nerdy kid. There’s not as much photo evidence of this as I wish, but I would where Aquaman Underoos in the backyard pool, regularly fashioned Superman-esque capes out of blankets or pajama tops, and generally spent a good chunk of the time imagining myself as a superhero. And I was so earnest about it! It’s a shame real life knocks that out of us after a while.

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