Strange, pointless blog

Sometimes I go out to a coffee shop and try to write, or work on a story, but nothing comes to mind. I find myself sitting alone, watching people come and go. Time passes, and I feel unaccomplished. then the day is over and I go back to work as usual. I think about life's daily moments and wonder if any of it matters. The next weekend arrives and my life picks up where it left off. Yet again, I find myself sitting alone, observing the passing tides of people. In the crowds of a mall, or a coffee shop, loneness is stronger than ever. On occasion a nice gal sits down near me, and I glance over with a smile hoping she will notice, but she never looks over. A new seat opens up and she leaves without even looking up from her phone. The boss calls me suddenly and the ringing breaks the silence. I go in to work and pass the remaining time away, then go to sleep for the night. When I wake, the week is started, I go into work and the cycle continues...can you relate? tell me about it if you want.