I don't really worry about my bfs so I don't care if people understand, or not. They don't understand all kinds of needs that I have, and I have many. For instance: I have an incredible need to be seen as a Musical Theatre writer, that I could have been famous if only I had married LisaLM

, but alas...I must suffer in silence. Further, I want people to see me as a spiritual equal to Ghandi, and I'm sure they would if Bill was my mentor...but alas, he is in Jersey and I am not.
I always look at people in wheel chairs and smile. Sometimes I catch them looking at my private parts, and I think that is pretty cool. I mean, why shouldn't they, they have needs and desires, and I'm pretty hot. Well, at least to the over 70 crowd.
Anyway, I too know how you feel. I think I feel a song coming on.
Sung to Heartbreak Hotel:
Nobody understands me
nobody gives a hoot
I'm down in the dumps 'bout bfs
I'm just a twitchin' bfs coot
'cause nobody gets me baby
nobody gets me
nobody gets my hurtin' side
sniff sniff
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