Minor Obsessions

I want, so badly, to be wanted.

I really kind of resent the way things like getting up, leaving the house, engaging with other humans, accomplishing something even slightly productive, etc. actually....help?

I wandered into the bookstore while I was waiting for my carry out order earlier tonight. In a dark-ish corner towards the back of the store, there was a pair of teenagers making out. I think I recognized one of them as the precocious high schooler who sometimes joins my book club. (But of course I didn't stop and stare!) They were cute. They weren't sloppy teens eating each other's faces. It was a sweet, slow, snuggle-y kind of making out. The whole thing warmed my cold, dead heart.

I am rarely if ever homesick, but the fact that I can't get paczki here kills me every damn year.