for ever
she was always there for me and I was always there for her whenever
when ever
now I find myself alone in someone else's house, alone, what happened?
what happened?
first the second F fell off, then the B followed the F,
now I'm not sure if there is a letter left
and I remember when I play softball
the game I love so much it hurts
I am so addicted to softball
I don't even wash off the dirt
but when I am not playing softball
when I walk off the field and go home
I miss my BFF the most
cuz you can't play softball alone
lonely softball
maybe I drove her away
lonely softball
she was not on my side anyway
lonely softball
maybe she was never really my BFF
lonely softball
I'm the only one left
what ever
Meanwhile, in the less slightly less depressed part of my brain. Softball tournaments are a lot of fun. Mostly. Though my team now does not win much (no wins in the regular season, but one win in each two tournaments we've played in so far), but the pressure of winning and the drama at the top is not missed at all. As I did with my current job, I've gone into the retirement stage of softball as well. It pays even less than the job. But seriously, the fun matters most. The road trip was fun too. I got to know a lot more about Elton's relationship from start through now and a lot more about Elton too. Happy we rode together and just the two of us so he could share as he did. So serious body challenges, the worst umps ever, and alone again naturally now... but shared meals, shared fun, and shared getting closer with good people - definitely worth the time, money, and effort.
Still no partner, I mean, in case you didn't notice the constant lamenting and moaning and whining and silent desperation (not that I was looking but any social interaction has that possibility), but more fun than most weekends and most weekends are fun.
This entry was scheduled to be so much more, but the babbler is moping on low energy fuel or something like that.
Odd awkward pauses must be next.
Narf :)
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