Something very strange is happening. Something that has never happened to me before.
I want to be alone.
I mean, I’m totally an introvert, people have always worn me out…but I’ve never let that stop me. I always wanted to be around people, talking to people, doing things, dating people. Not anymore.
I see my friends occasionally, I text a lot, and talk on the phone sometimes…but for the most part I’m pretty much ok with just being by myself. As for dating, forget it; a teeny tiny part of me wants to, but not really.
I even find myself occasionally annoyed with the fact that people keep texting me! (“uhm, hello, who are you and what did you do with Addie Marie?!”)
I sort of want to date, as in spend time with a nice guy once in a while…but share my space? No way. Be obligated to see or talk to someone? Absolutely not. I’m not even sure I really want to deal with every thing dating entails, getting dressed up, small talk, possible physical activity (ie. walking, get your mind out of the gutter!), sitting still in cold movie theaters/restaurants, etc. Then there’s the whole issue of involving someone else in the train wreck that is my life right now. No thanks.
When I met my husband I moved in with him less than 6 months later…which meant that for the last 4 1/2 years I have never ever had any alone time. Now I can’t fathom doing that, the thought of never having alone time makes me want to run away.
This is a very strange sensation for me, but I think I’m liking it… 🙂