July 16, 2003
Number One
Last night as I was falling asleep trying to ignore the noise coming from Roommate's room, it occurred to me that I am so happy to be a single person. I can't imagine trying to match up my regimen with that of someone else. I can't imagine the sacrifice and concessions that one must make to be married or partnered or whatever you want to call it. It's nice to have a warm body next to you at night, and it's a necessity to have someone to hug every day, but I'm afraid the price you have to pay for that extra body is a little steep for me. I want to sleep with the windows open. I want to leave the radio on at night. I am just being selfish I know, but I don't want to have to make compromises. And I don't want anyone to feel the need compromise themselves for me. Relationships are give and take, and right now I'm not in the relationship-giving kind of state of mind. It's not time for me. I have never felt the need to partner myself with anyone anyway. I've always been a loner, and that suits me just fine. I rarely, in fact I don't think I ever, complain about being alone. It's so perfect for me. You know?
