Dear Diary,
You have probably gathered from recent entries that I am becoming increasingly exhausted and frustrated. And not all of that is the singleness of my life. Frankly, besides these conversations between you and me, I rarely think about it. Much else consumes my thoughts throughout most of the day. But when that's the case, I can't help but want to call Radar and talk to him about everything that's happening. It's an impulse that has never really gone away.
And I'm not sure why that's an impulse for me. I mean he's been one of my closest friends for approximately 12 years. But whenever I do get to talk to him about the stress I'm feeling on any given occasion, he never responds the way I want him to. I'm not even sure what kind of response I'm looking for. He's always been a good listener, but for some reason he never has the right thing to say.
Like many guys, he'll possibly try to "fix" the situation. Sometimes, I just want to get it out, not get it fixed. Or he simply doesn't have the sympathy I'm looking for.
Frankly, that's just me being a girl and not understanding guys, and guys not understanding girls. But even so, I never get the satisfaction I'm looking for by taking my concerns to my occasional "soul mate."
Sure would like to talk to him, though.
Perhaps tomorrow....
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