(loca) Beginning a new conversational thread

 This topic is in honor of all the people out there who are unloved... Too
 old, too ugly, too fat, too emaciated, too sick, too deformed, too timid,
 too mentally ill, too poor or abandoned or homeless to attract another.
 Maybe they lost their mate -- maybe he or she died recently or long ago,
 maybe their family died in a car crash, or left them in a homeless home, or
 maybe they were always that way.  Who can say?  These are singles, too.  As
 single as they can be.  Singles are more than the singles' scene.

 I see them every day, around the blocks where I live.  I see them in the
 elevator.  They drop their cookies, spill their coffee.  One was burned,
 long ago, all over his face.  One has a good sense of humor, also a hole in
 his neck.  I asked him what happened.  "Too many cigarettes," he said,
 holding up a throat microphone.  They'll be single till the day they die.

 Great, big, unfriendly black women who grow the most lush and happy plants.
 Cheesey limpers, wild walkers, the gruff and silently demented.  The
 beautiful who hide themselves away.

 I'm alone just now, but I'm still young.  Perhaps I'll be one of them
 later.  Or maybe not.  There must be millions of people who come home from
 work alone, and having called all their friends, having dined out, having
 logged in, having seen who there is to see, go to bed alone and snuggle
 into the blankets, drifting off to dreams of those they love and hate, of
 grand adventures, violence and peace.

 I'm not sure there's anything to be said about the aloners.  It's not
 terribly significant from the outside.  They go unnoticed and live their
 lives in the present, just like me, just like you, just like us.  I don't
 know what to say about them.  No one there to love them.  But I acknowledge
 them, whoever they are.

 I suppose it depends on your religion, but in mine, they are loved, however
 alone.  Who knows where they're going.  There are a billion ways to be
 alive.

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