I know that, iPoop. But you are not in my shoes and don't know what it feels like to be virtually alone in the world. Only two elderly parents left, one of whom you don't like and the other whom you can't emotionally trust - at least not completely.
I don't matter to me. My life is valueless to me. It has no meaning, no worth. That is honestly how I feel. How can I meet anyone when I can't even stand myself? How can I expect anyone else to stand me? I can't. From the day I was born, I was rejected - my 3 older brothers couldn't stand me. At the age of 5 I was apparently copying Charlie Brown from Peanuts and walking around solemnly telling my family that "everybody hated me". (No memory of that personally, but have heard it from different sources, so assume it's true.)
I'm an utter, unrepairable, broken mess.
No ducks, no, but got some pics of the march (didn't get anything very interesting unfortunately) and a few other bits and pieces. Here's one, taken from a recent walk in the late afternoon. That is the Grand Union canal. In the part of the world where I live, canals are like everywhere. I live literally across the road from one. It's not as nice as that, but it's still not bad. VIEW IMAGE