Dear Diary,
I had an encounter with Mystery Man today which made me pity him to an extent and feel again like I shouldn't dwell so much on his shortcomings. Everyone is bound to have them, right? And today just wasn't his day for being overwhelmingly impressive. So I felt sorry for him.
And Dad always says that pity is a surrogate for love. But I think that means on the other side of the equation. That one would accept pity as that kind of attention because it's close enough to feeling loved. I have felt that before. I have sought out someone's pity because it does make you feel comforted and therefore loved.
But offering him my pity is not getting either of us anywhere. And I'm not even sure he's asking for it. I think in all honesty that he would just rather forget about the whole thing and start new another day. Not in relation to me, just in relation to the day. Nevertheless, I feel bad.
Tomorrow is a new day...
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