Hello, visitors! How is everyone doing? Well, I hope!
I shouldn’t even be here today, but this week feels unusually long, so I’ve decided writing a little would do me good. Which means you guys are stuck with me, since I don’t have anything to reply to on Reddit or Quora right now. Quite a joy, isn’t it?
Well, before I go in the post, a little about how life is. Because why not, right?
So, the good stuff: I’ve been doing my best to stick to my exercise routine, and I’ve been noticing some results. My waist is more noticeable, and I can feel my back muscles tighter. The leg part is still a bit rough, but I’m getting there. Slow and steady and all that jazz.
The not so good stuff: Oh, well, I’m still battling the health system, as they won’t schedule an exam at the lab through the phone without the exact phrasing from the request by the doctor, and I can’t find it. That’s totally on me, and I’ll have to find it, but ugh. That’s another delay I did not need right now. I just want to get all of this figured out and find out whether or not I’ll have to get surgery. Being in pain every day is tiring, and I just want to fix it. But oh well. This one is on me, so I’ll suck it up and keep turning the house upside down until I find it.
Okay, done with my stuff. Otherwise it’ll be midnight before I know it, and I will still be trying to finish this post.
Let’s jump into it, shall we?
Well, if it’s not obvious from this post’s title, I’m single. Like, single as hell. As in, if being single was an Olympic sport, I’d have several gold medals. I’m nearly a pro at being single.
And trust me, it raises eyebrows. And the inevitable question: why?
Well, that’s a tricky one. I’m a relatively nice person. Not much to look at, but I don’t make little kids cry when they see me either. I can hold a decent conversation, once I get past my initial shyness.
But I’m also a massive introvert. As in, talking to people exhausts me pretty quickly. It’s ridiculous. Voice chatting is probably my worst nightmare. I need a whole day of prepping for that, and then I feel drained afterwards. And that’s with people I already like. Add to that the anxiety of meeting someone new, and you have me being pure nerves and incapable of holding a conversation, at all. Yay me.
There’s another reason too, though, and that’s probably both the worst reason – for others – and the best reason – for me.
Here it goes. I’m territorial. Very territorial. I love to have ownership of my home. When I feel people encroaching on my space – yes, even family -, I lose my cool. I can’t concentrate, or feel at ease. I’ve spent so many years not having actual ownership of any space – not even my own bedroom – that I’ve developed a sour taste in my mouth for any kind of invasion on my personal space.
Why I have felt so out of place all of my life is a story for another post.
But this one ends here. Oh, wait.
The obligatory disclaimer: I have absolutely nothing against people who choose to get married or move in with their partners. To each their own, and I just hope everyone is happy with their choices.
Now I can end the post. And you all can tell me about your own views regarding relationships. I like knowing what other people think!
Many blessings, and see you all on the next post!