Seems kind of unfair that there are so many lonely people in the world. Reminds me of that Beatles song ‘Eleanor Rigby’.
How does a person become lonesome? Is it because life has been cruel? Or is it because they’re flawed in some way?
Found this video of a bitch titty old man popping balloons in his living room.
First of all I started laughing at him. I was like: “Ha! What a fucking loser!”, but then, as I looked closer, paid extra special attention to that vacancy in his eyes, as though some morose gorilla in a cage, I felt my heart implode.
Wonder if this guy’s lonely because he pops balloons or if he pops balloons because he’s lonely?
