Or, at least, I cancelled my organizer subscription. I had the three people join, but there was no contact from them, even when I sent out e-mails. So, it's whatever. I'm going to just keep going out little by little, keep in touch with people on AVEN (Asexuality Visibility & Education Network), and see what happens. I do still have a Spades & Arrows account, but that's bleh.
Two weeks ago, Grey's Anatomy had the BLEAKEST episode in the history of Grey's episodes, and that's saying a lot. It made me so depressed. It was the old couple. There were these two old surgeons, and the wife was having this surgery that might give her a little more time with her husband (I can't remember what the surgery was for; I just remember she was choosing between no surgery/dying and surgery/dying a little later). More time turned out to be 8 hours or so. She wanted to give her husband time to learn to do things for himself, and that was how his last scene ended. Owen was going to call him a cab, but he said, "No, I have to learn to do things on my own now," and we watch him shuffle sadly out of the hospital to the corner to catch a cab.
That scene right there made me think: well, what is the point of love?! And it's a fictional tv show! It just hurt my feelings so much. I can't imagine growing old with someone and then dealing with them dying before me, but I see it around me all the time. The widows/widowers keep living, but you know it's hard to. That is life, though.
I just don't like the odds.