It doesn't seem to matter what I do. It doesn't seem to matter what I say. It doesn't seem to matter what I know. It doesn't seem to matter what I wear or where I am or what is going on or who is there. I am invisible.
Women who used to be happy to see me now no longer even know I am around. Or if they know they prefer to talk to someone else that I am with. Women I used to be easily in the same league with or better now don't give me the time of day.
The guys I work with blow me off. They hang out with each other, but couldn't care less to have me around. I seem to be fading away. It certainly feels that way.
I don't want to get down about it because when I get down I tend to get waaaay down. But I wonder if it is time for me to move on? Maybe it's just time to go? I sure would like to leave Memphis. I sure do want to get out of here. This is not my home. It never was and it most likely never will be. I just don't belong here.
Maybe this is why I blog?
Too bad I don't have blue eyes. Then I could sing myself a weepy little song.
"You don't know what it's liiiike
to be the bad man
to be the sad man
behind blue eyes."
See? It just doesn't work.
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