I’m sad that I don’t connect with women in ways that all other women do.
I’m sad that I am not excited at the thought of a girls’ night out.
I’m sad that I’d rather prefer company of a group with more men & ideas and less hormones and mood swings.
I’m sad that I’d rather spend time with the guy I love than a bunch of girls.
I’m sad that I’d rather prefer an activity like rock climbing or even walking over talking.
I’m sad that I only have couple of friends and a handful of people I connect with.
It’s the kind of sadness that comforts you.
It’s the kind of sadness you’re happy to accommodate because if it’s gone you’d feel like you’ve lost a part of yourself.
It’s the kind of sadness that gives you company whether you’re alone or not and makes you feel unique.
But I like it that way, at least for now.