Supafly42 Still not sure what I'm doing, what to do, who the hell I am.
What’s not to love about personal time between you and your brain? That tripe lookin’ gray matter churning away about work and cats and dogs stupid men and customers and school and oh my god I just can’t turn it off. What good is it if it doesn’t listen to me?
Besides, I’m not really alone. Tonka and Smudge are here and patiently awaiting my attention. In the livingroom later for ice cream and something dorky on TV Z will to assert herself as queen of the house by getting whatever she wants, which is for some reason always in my lap or directly in front of the TV. Shercat is just an unappreciative, ungracious jerk. Wow I even have a pet I’m alienated from! That’s super awesome.
With all these creatures around you would think I’d be happier being alone. The only thing that makes them cool is that they aren’t people. Frankly they avoid me because they find me depressing. So yeah, this qualifies as alone. And despite what I say, it isn’t so sad. The music helps, anything I want, however loud I see fit. Cooking helps, unless I bought on the way home, in which case I guess that helps too in that it’s a gift to yourself. Cooking is more therapeutic, and keeps you more active. The worst thing I could do is pull in the driveway, back down on the couch and wake up four hours later to try and get to bed. I sure as hell hope this vitamin thing works out.
See? You can change the subject in mid thought and understand yourself perfectly well, because you were thinking it in the first place…
Let’s see your significant others do THAT.
