Loneliness

Lonesomeness At the news agent’s a woman in her forties spoke to me, said she had lived in Algarve for two years, from Romania, used to be a doctor, but here she could only get a job as a cleaning lady. I dislike being spoken too by people I don’t know; perhaps I look of avuncular and reliable. I commiserated with her plight and began walking away, but I can’t out walk anyone she followed said she was looking for a friend in this cold, cruel world. I occurred to me since she was lonely had become a little unhinged. Men tend to drink too much when alone, women fantasize about true romance, for both it is often a one way road to oblivion. I was waiting for my wife she had been to the bank, when she showed up the other woman shrunk off, but my wife wanted to know who that woman was, like I should know. No one should be so alone they accost strangers in the street it is sad and scary for those spoken too. Loneliness is a curse and can make people mad.