What Lonely People Actually Do

I have recently began my first year at college.  It is the first time since kindergarten that I have not known people at my school.  My first week I generally ate alone, I am a commuter so I didn't even have a roommate that was forced to be somewhat friendly with me.  I know that most of the time I use bad humor and make jokes about people like Andy Dick or Stacy from What Not to Wear.  (Logan you haven't made fun of either of them.  I haven't?  No.  Well I should have.)  Sometimes I even make fun of poor helpless animals like the horrifying beast that is your mom.  (Weren't you just talking about how you are a loser with no friends?  I have three friends now thank you, and two of them are real.  Or one of them, when you are as lonely as me reality gets a bit jumbled.)

Anyway, I am currently sitting at my college writing this post looking at this guy who looks like he is having the same issue.  I have been here for about three weeks now and have established a small group of pretty close friends.  These are people that I feel very close to, which I never really had even in high school.  I am not lonely anymore, but this guy seems to be.  I am about to talk to him, but no one talked to me.  Maybe it is because I feel like I should be a better person or maybe just because I can understand when before I did not.

Lonely people long to not be lonely.  It is human nature.  I am not going to say that people don't ever want to be alone, but no one wants to be lonely.  So, to the two of you (I think there are two if Lori's friend is reading this poop still, see what I did I tried to make you feel important.  They don't read it Logan, you have to put your own words in italics like someone else is replying just to cope with how pathetic you are.  Um, I don't do that.  You are literally doing it right now.  Pshh, you must be crazy.  Logan?  *crying* I just want to be loved alright?  I just want to be loved.)

I am challenging everyone who reads this to talk to someone who looks lonely and then tell me about it.  (When will you tell us the real hard facts again Logan?  When I have created a new world, a better world, probably tomorrow.)