The Universe Is Mean.

Without wanting to spend the next few days feeling unduly sorry for oneself, there are still things that must be voiced.
Certain things in ones life, one becomes accustomed to. Those around revel in their bliss, while we have resigned ourselves to the fact that past circumstances beyond our control have placed us outside the candidacy of their romantic joy. And that is fine, because we are blessed beyond measure in other fields.
But when the big mean old universe puts things, or in this case, people, just beyond our reach, it serves to remind us what we don't have. I am a big one for counting my blessings, and I'm happy for the most part with what I have, how could I not be.
However, the last couple of days have been an exercise in sitting through another one of those tests, placed before us to test our strength, that we must endure for some cosmic reason or other.

On the plus side, cos theres always a plus side, its nice to know that there is still hope, and not all the good ones are taken or gay. Its just that maybe all the good ones are off back home to Canada.

And its only Monday. Shit.