3rd wheel of a trishaw

It's ok. Im used to being a third wheel. Whether tis with my brothers, with my parents or even with my friends.

Friends who are couples and think tis alright to PDA in front of me. Totally fine man. So used to it I don't even acknowledge it. Traumatized so, this soul has been, that it can block out things one does not want to see. 

Honestly, I feel nothing when people PDA in front of me. Most of the time I don't even notice it until people point it out.

While I like being one of the couple's favourite people to be around, I do understand that there are times where I have to step back.

At times, though quite seldom, I do feel like I am the 3rd wheel of a trishaw. See, I have learnt how to not make things awkward when being a 3rd wheel. Learnt the abilities and skills to make natural small talk that makes them think I have forgotten about how unwanted my presence may be. And, by doing so, I help make it a good time.

I help power the trishaw. 

YEAH right! Im just saying this to make myself feel better. 

I am that lonely wheel right in front of the trishaw who is constantly trying to pull away but am stuck beneath the old skinny man, unable to get away. All I can do is continue on the road I am on and keep looking (and moving) forward.

HONESTLY HONESTLY does not bother me that much as, like I said, I normally do not notice all these things. But, sometimes, one has to admit there is something wrong when even traveling so far to another country, I still end up the 3rd wheel.

Say No, Sue-Anne... Just say no! 

No to F*ing tri-f*ing-shaws.