I realised that as we grow older, it seems harder to form connections with other people. Maybe that’s how the cat lady came about, it’s just easier to form a connection with a cat, or dog.

But then again, maybe it’s just me.

Some people might even say that I am cold. But hey, if you piss me off and don’t apologize or mend your ways I’m not gonna continue taking your shit. I mean, why bother? I have a handful of close friends, and at least I know if my world’s caving in, they’ll be the ones who will dig me out of the rubble.

I noticed that it’s so much easier to severe a connection than build one, which I don’t think is a surprising fact for anyone. It’s not like anyone can be your best friend, or that person you can count on right? As I grew older, the number of close friends I have started to dwindle. And it’s not that I didn’t try to make time for them, but instead, they don’t seem to have time for me anymore.

At least I tried my best. And of course, I have Brandy. Maybe I’ll get another dog, the Martini I always wanted.