As I sit in my cube on the abandoned part of this floor, I can't help feel sad. Wouldn't it be convenient to blame it on the weather. But the hollowness that I'm feeling goes deeper than that. It's the feeling of isolation, like being in a desert where your eyes long for company in the vast sea of emptiness.
Where are those days when you worked hard & played harder. When you were surrounded by smiling faces. A place where you felt valued, where you knew people & could walk over and talk to everyone on a hustling-bustling floor. Where is that foosball table, which was more of an asset when it came to socializing...a great excuse to meet people on the floor, a way to feel connected.
I suppose I should make an effort to initiate talking to people. If I put myself in a cage, no one will come to my rescue.
These feelings so closely resemble what I felt when I first moved to a different country. Same feeling of isolation and though it gets better, it takes a while. I've been through such swings before...every time it's a struggle. You forget the hard times & remember the things that made it better.
I just hate not knowing people around me. Not having someone to share a laugh with. Not having someone to listen to my corny jokes.
*sigh*
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