Disappointed.

Observation doesn't do much for empathy, but standing on the outside looking in certainly has its hard lessons. Whoever said ignorance was bliss was some kind of truth bombing son of a bitch. People are entertaining, but for the most part just disappointing. I am allegedly hard to please. 

Whoops. Here I thought I was painfully simple.  

Maybe I'm a hypocrite, or at least hopelessly naive. Every barely concealed whisper seems to point to stubborn with a hint of pathetic, unrealistic idealism.

I can live with that.

Here's one for the dating profile. Disillusioned, disenfranchised, and utterly disappointed. Seeking...something better. 

I expected more than sitting sober through their drunken nights. More than the cheap sex. I definitely hoped for more than the cliche drugs and dance clubs full of liars, users, and thieves, hemorrhaging damage in all directions. Beware of human wreckage based pathogens.  

Here I am. An optimist on deadly ground; holding on to what remains of a hope that once burned bright.

Maybe I am alone. I suspect I'm not.

Best of luck.   

Restless Regards,

-Monolith