there is one kind
i don't understand them and don't want to even try cause it's a waste of time and emotional effort. they are the same kind of hopeless and clueless, inadequate and awkward. i can't fathom the density (are we human or are we denser?) so why not just go with the flow. getting used to the disappointment, it's called habituation. it just takes one to make the difference! i'm waiting here with my foot outstretched but they are all cases of too's - too big too small too high too low, where's my right fit?
i'm not meant to find that glass slipper


The Theory of Being Left On The Shelf