So I was half-sitting, half-lying on the grass in a NYC park waiting for the free movie to start… I was sitting on my sofa throw, reading “101 Lies Men Tell Women” (good read, not of the men-bashing variety), and watching people. And I saw come couples eating, drinking wine, talking; groups of friends chatting, laughing, and some people who were there by themselves. I mean I thought that they were by themselves. And I wasn’t even thinking about the fact that I was by myself, just enjoying my afternoon… But then, little by little, these people would start talking on their cell phones, get up and start waving their arms wildly and then I would see a guy or a girl come and sit down next to them. Yikes… I was there for close to 5 hours and by the time the movie started, I could only spot one(!) guy who was sitting alone. I mean really, give me a break! Everyone is with somebody!!! And while in the beginning I wasn’t even thinking about the fact that I was alone there, I started feeling like a weirdo by the time I left. Aren’t there any single people out there who go out to do things by themselves?
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I don’t know if I’ve ever felt complete, but it’s one of my greatest wishes. Do people who feel complete not have time to stop and realize it? Maybe.. I am a teacher and I love what I do. I have an apartment that I like – painted and decorated it myself. I am exercising and eating right for the first time, uh, ever…. And I am finishing up my degree. I am content with my life, but I don’t feel complete. Maybe I really want to be with another person and without someone it’s hard to feel complete? Walked by a pet store about two weeks ago and there were these two kittens playing with each other – jumping and scratching, etc… The thing is there were these poles in the window they could climb on and baskets where they could just sit and enjoy – something cats like to do and they chose to play with each other. So, I was thinking that even a kitten needs somebody alive. I don’t know if that’s what makes us feel complete. And I am not talking about friendship either. I have people I can go to the movies with or to the beach, or have lunch, etc… But I can also do these things alone and not mind. It’s when I come home that I feel the desire to cook and take care of somebody – maybe it’s my upbringing? And I realize that there isn’t anybody to take care of. Maybe when we feel useful, we feel complete? Or is it just me?
