•Tuesday•
Is that really me? Someone asked me if I'm a loner last night. I shrugged before I typed, "I guess." But it made me seriously think after and I'm still thinking about it. I don't know. Do I purposefully avoid people? I don't know. I guess, sometimes I do. But other times there are things that get in the way. Or maybe it just seems that way and they're really excuses. Blah. I don't know. I do know that I don't like being alone so often. And I'm almost always alone. And I don't mean being single.
Mark's barely here and of course, he has his own life. And so should I. I just can't seem to get one started though. I keep saying I'll go out more when I get more money. The city's expensive. But, I don't know. Maybe that's just another excuse? Blah. Like, the other night when Rudy wanted to see 'Ocean's Eleven', I didn't feel like going anywhere. I had to sort of force myself to go. Because it's colder now? Blah! Another excuse.
It's no different than when I was back in the Caribbean. I was pretty much always at home. But at least there you really have nowhere to go. The most I did was walk to the beach alone and watch the sunset. Maybe do some sketching while I'm there. Collect sea shells and glass. But ... I don't think I avoid people that much. I would've gladly done those things with friends. Friends.
