Lonliness, Dating and Friendships

We've all heard the hype about how we need friends and how it can prolong a healthy life. If we have a friend to talk to about our feelings and problems, then we can sort out our stress rather than bottling it up. Well, I want to tell you that being on your own is ok and you should not do what others tell you. You can be just as happy with animals as you can with humans. However, for those who want a human or three in their lives, there is an easier way than nervously asking someone from work to be your friend or date . . .

We live in a time where we want everything now and we don't want to work hard for it. It's normal because humans have been evolving to make their lives easier ever since we created basic tribes. It's why we became pack animals and worked together to create a society where we can depend on one another. 

Go to www.friendlyfamiliars.com to see what they can do for you. It's not a dating site and it's not a friend circle where you meet many people all at once. Instead, it is a way to meet a person who is similar to you and wants to make you feel special. You'll be able to find a friend or date who wants to spend time with you but without the awkwardness of having to create an initial friendship. Someone to spot you at the gym, someone who knows all the best surfing spots, someone to go jogging with after work, someone who will take you on a happy hour afternoon and introduce you to their friends. Someone who gets you, knows your cat's name and appreciates great dining or casual snacks at a foodstand. 

All you have to do is book your new friend for a catchup. Yes, that's it. It's their job to say yes. They are there for you and they want to create a great time for both of you. Starting in Melbourne for now. Yet to expand Australia-wide.

Heart

The unashamedly trinket adorned home had an ancient lived in smell of old things. Not stale nor dusty however, the opposite in fact; it was spotless and tidy. There were no sounds emanating from anywhere inside; he had taken the time to make sure of that and listen for at least a minute once he had broken in. He also knew that no one had come or gone once the old woman had been taken away.

The source of his knowledge had come only a few days past, after overhearing her neighbours talking near an ambulance – there was always an opportunity if he just kept his eyes and ears open – they had said that she had phoned for help complaining of a tightness in her chest and shortness of breath.

This had given him absolute freedom to search through her home for anything of value. It had been easy to force the back door open, he had pushed with his shoulder only a few times before hearing a cracking of the dry worn timber.

He walked casually into a room that looked as if it were being used as an office. Papers were piled neatly on the desk but were oddly covered in a heavy dust. A picture of the old woman and a man – possibly her deceased husband – also sat on the desk.

One desk drawer was slightly ajar. He peered inside and was amazed to see loose change and notes stuffed inside. It was so full that the drawer jammed when he tried to open it, but he persisted until it shot open and then he began filling his pockets. Then a noise! He looked up and saw that a closet door had creaked opened on unoiled hinges. It was dark in there. He crept forward to investigate and possibly discover if it was a cat or rodent that was hiding within.

A white face poked out from the dark shadows and growled. The face was human and of an old man.

The thief stumbled backwards into the work desk too stunned to do anything but stare dumbly. The old man leapt from the closet with frothy saliva spitting out as he spoke with unintelligible words. His eyes were frightfully haunted and his stare was equally horrifying.

Cold hands clasped about the thief’s throat, then pressure until a crack sounded, followed by another, then finally a sickening crunch. The old white-faced man released his grip and let the body fall to the ground with a thump, then walked slowly back to the closet with his head drooped as if tired. Once inside the closet he closed the door so that he was again in darkness.