Friday, January 19, 2007
I'm just sayin' is all
I mean, I like men. I'd like to marry one some day. And I know that there are pros and cons to dating life as well as married life, and Lord knows I know there are pros and cons to single life. But I have to say that when I'm really honest and not really hormonal, I very much enjoy being single. A big part of this is because I'm so selfish, and being single allows me to live my life on my own terms. I do what I want to do when I want to do it with the people I want to do it with. And when I don't want to do anything at all, that's what I do. I think that the longer I'm single, the harder it's becoming to get out of this mindset. I suppose we could just say that I'm "independent," but I'm not sure that fully covers it.
The thing is, if this is really selfishness I'm living in, I don't really see anything wrong with it. Is that horrible? Or is it not really selfishness? I mean, everyone is selfish to some degree, and I'd like to think that I'm not annoyingly or dangerously so. But is it wrong that when/if I get married, I might want to have my own bed? What can I say? I like sleeping alone. It's a horrible thing to feel self-conscious even in your sleep that you're taking up too much space or too much blanket, or that you might snore or kick or drool or have bad breath. And self-consciousness during sleepy time isn't restful at all. And we all know how much I like my rest.
So all's I'm sayin' is that it's going to take a very special man to make me willing to give up my freedom (not in an enslavement sort of way, but...oh you understand) and half of my mattress space. Extraordinary, even. All others need not apply.*
*All of this thought process came about after dining with two of my most favorite single friends. We realize that we all might get married some day, and while this is all very exciting to think about, we are thoroughly enjoying our time as single adults and the inappropriate relationship we share together. Haha. That was so vague and shady. Now you're all wondering who these people were. Except those of you who know. If you know, don't blow the mystery for the others. Make them wonder. Make them wonder like Stonehenge makes me wonder. And don't read too much into anything I just said. Except take the sleeping bit very seriously. Very seriously. It's serious.
The thing is, if this is really selfishness I'm living in, I don't really see anything wrong with it. Is that horrible? Or is it not really selfishness? I mean, everyone is selfish to some degree, and I'd like to think that I'm not annoyingly or dangerously so. But is it wrong that when/if I get married, I might want to have my own bed? What can I say? I like sleeping alone. It's a horrible thing to feel self-conscious even in your sleep that you're taking up too much space or too much blanket, or that you might snore or kick or drool or have bad breath. And self-consciousness during sleepy time isn't restful at all. And we all know how much I like my rest.
So all's I'm sayin' is that it's going to take a very special man to make me willing to give up my freedom (not in an enslavement sort of way, but...oh you understand) and half of my mattress space. Extraordinary, even. All others need not apply.*
*All of this thought process came about after dining with two of my most favorite single friends. We realize that we all might get married some day, and while this is all very exciting to think about, we are thoroughly enjoying our time as single adults and the inappropriate relationship we share together. Haha. That was so vague and shady. Now you're all wondering who these people were. Except those of you who know. If you know, don't blow the mystery for the others. Make them wonder. Make them wonder like Stonehenge makes me wonder. And don't read too much into anything I just said. Except take the sleeping bit very seriously. Very seriously. It's serious.
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Get a kingsize bed and share the space.