I’ve been writing about how homelessness affects the social scene. Here’s what I’ve covered;
“How Do I Say Hello.” In this first piece I need to find a way to meet people without them seeing me in all my roughness, because I’ve been living on the streets.
“Her.” As I struggle with being homeless I start meeting people in mobile phone chat rooms. This forum takes away my visual roughness and it’s easier for both parties to move forward. I got my wish and a connection was made.
“Incident.” I was talking to a female that I hoped to contact. I found that even if you feel you have nothing, you can have something, and while street life may be lonely, you do not have to be alone.
“Effect.” I was at my highest point but there was more to learn, and sometimes the truth will hurt you worse than a lie. But being truthful with my chat room friend showed that a working relationship does involve two lives, even if one life is a homeless one.
“Free Fall.” I was in and out of contact with the person I had deep feelings for. I was back literally staying underground and the harsh reality hit me like a freight train: she didn’t want anything to do with a relationship
“Desertion.” I moved in with an old friend, so I had somewhere to stay to get on my feet. I continued to chase the same person, while the males I hung out with tried to convince me to go after women with low self-esteem. I battled the idea but I began to like it since my hopeful didn’t return an ounce of affection.
“Dawgging.” I leave my friend’s home and meet another chat room friend. With huge emotion lugged on my back I headed to where she was. But after a full day of fun and fellowship I had to leave.
“Extreme Actions.” I was still questioning myself and my interactions on the phone. And the girl was cheating on me. I had to decide did I want someone who I would mean nothing to, or the girl of my dreams.
“Messages.” I have become a relentless flirt. Then, I was surprised by a voicemail. A girl told me she had feelings for me. I began thinking that if I am going to fill the open spot left by another, she would be the one for that task.
“A Premonition.” Things get complicated: a new interest reappeared from my past. But I can never catch her. I flirt my thumbs off while relationship after relationship crumbles. Is this my fate?
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