morose

what is it about a man pushing past his mid-life with downturned head and downcast eyes that breaks my heart so? nobody in particular, just a general thing: if i see a man in his 50s, late 40s who seems.... alone. quiet, shy, plain, ever so delicately sad.... it just grips my heart. i want to reach out and hold him, to love him, to make it all better.
and yet how is their sadness or loneliness more pertinent than mine?
and what's with the ridiculous leap of logic?
i mean what, so a plain man in his 50s looking beaten into submission has likely never been loved, but a shiny girl smiling away tears and fears is filled with fulfillement?
ridiculous.
for all i know he's known love more deep, more beautiful, more rewarding than anything i may ever experience.

maybe it's just the clouds. or the fatigue.
or maybe i'm just a tiny bit lonely, despite my gruelling unwillingness (just now?) to invite anyone in...

meh