Current mood: lonely, happy, or scr*wed? All of them?
After having a houseguest for a week+, it is very quiet being alone again. At first I was thrilled to have my space back all to myself - for about an hour. Then I became distracted by the only-broken-by-myself-stillness, causing serious reflection on the niceness of having a live-in playmate. I haven't had the best of luck with roommates, etc., due to an extreme aversion to sharing (after sharing a room for fifteen years, it gets old) and non-personally-sponsored spatial change (i.e., don't move my stuff!!!), but at this point, I think I'm getting closer to being ready to acknowledge that the benefits of compromise may outweigh the costs.
Maybe.
On the other hand, TV does make for excellent companionship.
(I think that my inability to share might be a partial manifestation of one of the myriad of things my mother was warning me about my impending spinsterhood - to just go ahead and find Somebody!, Anybody! to share my life with before I got too old and set in my ways [space!] to be able to tolerate living with Please, Somebody?!, or Anybody At All?!)
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