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solo.

have you ever been alone, yet have fun? i know i have. but i also know that i haven't.

sure, you get to meet a lot of other people when we go out and live our normal lives, as well as go out of our way and try and live a life that's not ours. we try to do the best we can at what we do, but sometimes, it isn't just good enough. when you end up being alone and at the same state you previously were is so frustrating that it really hurts. but after all, it's not easy to become the best of anything, but you should cut yourself some slack and feel good that at least you tried.

but lets say you do feel good that you do your best, what do you get? yes, i read your mind -- nothing. aside from that artificial ego boost you get when you try your best and not make the cut, you get more hot air into you than a gigantic baloon the size of two elephants. and hot air doesn't get you anywhere fast.

of course anyone could need some air in them -- to inflate that deflated slef esteem, and pump a little to that container of confidence. but anything more could get you in trouble. you'd be lucky if you're alone coz having a lot of unneccessary air would leave you alone. otherwise, you might just lose the person who could''ve stood your being too 'airy'.

oh well, we need our fair share of pride, confidence, and ego. bet let's make sure that our going solo isn't a product of that air, but more of a choice. sometimes, we make it a choice because we do have that air. go figure.

bottom line, nobody wants to be alone. i just wish people would stop being hypocritical and say that being alone is the best thing that ever happened to them. now that hit me hard.

until next time... ;)

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