Please Don’t Wish for Two Girlfriends

My dad asked me one night, when he was pretty drunk, why I was "so damn sad all the time."

I still don't have an answer for him.

Maybe something was wrong with me from the start.

Maybe this is how I was always going to be. Could it be that God made a mistake with me?

When I looked around at the strange people on the tube, it was hard to fight those bad thoughts.

Most of them had jobs, hopes for the future, and people who loved them, that much I could tell.

I had a job that didn't lead anywhere, no friends from high school, and no hope that things would ever get better. But what was worse was that no one had ever wanted or loved me in my twenty years of life. Every day, seeing myself in the metro's black glass made me think of all the times

I had failed.

As I rode the subway from my never-ending warehouse job to my empty basement apartment, I listened to sad music. This was the best it was ever going to get–

That's what I thought until the poor woman threw a lighter in my lap.

I think she was trying to put it next to me, like she did for the other passengers.

"I don't have a house, money, or family." You can buy one of these lighters for fifty cents and help me eat today. Could you help an old woman who is poor?While she walked, she shook her can of change and said her phrase over and over…