Australian Dream

Unanswered questions.

There are so many unanswered questions in this world.
I am carrying on with my silly relationship. I keep asking you questions as I used to do earlier knowing that you are not allowed to use the computer to answer them. The game has turned lousy. I still hope you would take your mike and say a few words letting me know you got me right. But the words are so scarce with you. I can spend hours for just nothing, as these days.
I could not get you on the phone either. Am I on the unlucky side?
I have been waiting for so many answers lately. My friends seem to have forgotten me. My in-box is empty. Nobody seems ready to give me the clues I need to solve my problems at the moment.
If Eric could tell me what to do with the fitness club. I know for sure, now, it won't reopen as I had been told. Then where must I go to now? I miss the body jam class dearly and so does my waist. I must not let the fat invade my body. I still have tennis and indulge into too much playing at the moment. My knees are aching for good. A three hour and a half match as I did yesterday is no longer of my age, I guess..
Pat and Seb are not keeping touch with me any longer. But why?
I was very nice with Pat lending him my USB key to download the photos of his wedding. Why did it take him such a long time to give it back to me, or rather to let his wife put it into my letter-box without notice?
Why Seb did not stop at my place during his stay in France as he said he would do before leaving Australia?
He used to send me e-mails more than once when he was in Darwin. Now he is not answering mine. I told him though that I needed his help in order to go to Perth next year.
It is as if everybody is letting me down these days, and , most of all, you.
I still don't know if you have got your parcel following the phone call you got from the post-office a week ago. How can you keep silent being aware of my worries. You are so keen on people being polite and showing respect to you. It would be better if you would use your own computer and answer me by e-mails.
It is as if today people are taking things for granted, not having to bother beeing too much involved with others. Questions are just bothering them as far as they are not directly concerned. Or, they just think others should know without telling them. Everyone indulges in their own little pleasures standing strictly from an edonic point of view.
People are resorting to television to sort out their problems and talk shows are becoming more and more popular. A new way to be able to express oneself. Or they rely to horoscopes and cards to find out the clues they are in search of. It is the expression of the solitude most people are experiencing nowadays.
But when I hand out my hand, why refuse it?
I knew that you would never answer me when out of work. You did it during the last Worl Cup of football because you were on your own and wanted to talk to someone as the match were played. As you don't feel that need at present, you don't want to be bothered.
And why worrying as you know I will be with you the next time you're doing your job.
I am wondering though how you can stand not being able to answer me just as you used to do. You were so quick at that, replying by more questions. I answered you as quickly as I could. I carried on the conversation even when you were back home. At that time I thought you read my e-mails, for you would start our next meetings by replying to what I had written to you.
But lately you said you were not reading them nor watching the photos I had e-mailed you. If you could only know how that saddened me...
Am I going to stay with unanwered questions all the time?
This is rather painful to me.
May be, one day, I will get the answer to my big question: do I mean much to you or has this passion, as you said once, faded away?