Actually, not all Fridays are emo-days, nor is this one an emo-day because it's Friday the 13th. And it's not an emo-day because tomorrow is Seasonal Affective Disorder, or at least, that's what I thought that person meant.
Come to think of it, it's not really a whole day of emo, either. It's more like a few minutes of emo caused by reading LJ at an inopportune time. Still, like all emo, it got me thinking a little.
Why do I feel abandoned by people when there is some evidence to the contrary?
It's all to do with how it seems people will act friendly but then completely disappear when opportunities arise to meet up. Particularly when it seems like they'll take every opportunity to see other people.
Sure, it's a string of coincidences. But it also hammers home the point that I don't really count.
That brings up the question of whether I should stop complaining, keep trying, and be the one to reach out. That's followed closely by the assertion that I do exactly the same thing, so I'm really only getting what I deserve. One that says keep trying, and one that says stop trying and deal.
No wonder I choose to stare at disassemblers instead. At least computers don't say no.