Dear reader, I'm actually very popular out there in the desert, you'd be surprised. I hang out with all types.
For five minutes, anyway.
I'm not always sure I get that energy back in return.
But that rarely deters me.
I can't control how others behave, only how I react.
Besides, I'm a mum of teenagers...so I know nine times out of ten, that incredibly convincing glare is only a cry for help.
On the tenth time, however, it may mean you're about to get fanged in the eyeball.
It may mean you'd better keep moving if you don't want to drop to a place on the food chain which is the point of no return.
But that's okay, dear reader. It's all right. Not every friendship need rely upon coffee shops, chandeliers, or common consent.
Sometimes it can be meaningful when only one person's heart is in the game.
I don't know what you expect from the paths you cross out in the middle of nowhere, but sometimes it's enough for me to go out looking for solitude, yet come back feeling I wasn't alone.