So, I’m single, again…
This is getting really tiring at this point in my life. You know the whole, meet someone, get to know them, start to see the chinks in the armour after a bit…the whole process. Sometimes you just gotta wonder if it’s even worth it. I know I do. Because you know that the next person that comes along is going to have issues, everybody has issues, and do I really want to deal with a whole new set of issues? These are just some of the things I think about when I contemplate putting myself back out there.
Of course then you have the other side of the coin. Loneliness…yup sometimes you just wish there was someone there and there isn’t. So what do you do, start talking to yourself, some people do that…I talk to my dog. At least that way I can be crazy and not really look like I am.
Going out alone is kind of a bummer too. If I just want to go down to the local pub and play some darts I feel self-conscious about it. A woman going into a bar alone, well, of course some women do that, but I’m not one of those women.
Of course you can go out with friends, but most of your friends are married with kids and such. The ones that aren’t are too busy because they are trying to fill the void in their lives with work or classes in something. It makes it tough.
So I suppose, at some point in time, I will begin to long for that companionship again, enough that I will forget about the pitfalls and troubles that go along with it. Or, maybe I’ll just go to Tibet and become a monk…oh wait their guys too aren’t they? Maybe I’ll be the first ever monkette…because the thought of doing this all over again is one great big pain in the ass.
Wish me luck!