it's time for introductions
I'm not your 30-something-wondering-why-she's-single type. For starters, I'm not THAT old, and I know why I am single. It's a state of readiness.
See, some years ago my teen come young adult relationship ended. Even though it was my doing and then when I tried to undo it the bastard blatantly refused, I was devastated. For months I lost my appetite for food and just stuck to simple carbs like vodka.
Looking back over the past, say three years, I've developed certain habits and in no particular order;
-I roam the planet at every opportunity. I have tried to come home and establish some sort of normality, but I just get the itch (not the type that can be fixed with creams and a one time pill) to pack and go to some random country that's not too far away from another random country just in case I find myself out of my depth.
-I'm slowly but surely ridding myself of all my worldly possessions. If it can't fit in the back pack - it's not worth having. Sometimes the culling has lead me to tears, but it just has to be done.
-Other culling that has not lead me to tears - people. Not literally. Just out of my life. One step, two step and sometimes I allow three steps to turn me off and you're done. Seriously. Delete. Just like they never existed.
-I'm liking my own company more and more. After all, at least I get all of my jokes.
-I have serious commitment issues. The simplest things. I eat ALL food.
I like ALL types of music - yeah, including country. I mean, I can't
even commit myself to a job for longer then six months or come to think
of it, even a country.
and finally and most alarmingly
-I only get involved in relationships that I know will end.
Which leads us to my latest escapade.
I'm going to the UK because there is a boy. His fun. Also very handsome. I met him on my last trip.
Yes, yes, believe me I have done this before and fell flat on my face. In fact, it was just six months ago. The difference this time though, is, that I don't care. I'm not wearing my heart on my sleeve, I'm not investing any exuberant time or effort on him, his just going to be my ManCandy until I get bored and make my way to the next country.
Comments
So good to read... I am THAT old (well 31).... and feeling like a kite that needs its string cut. I have the stable background, house, boy, job..... but now my life is changing in a scarily fast way..... all i want to do i run off to Tibet with my camera, and sod the rest. China, India...Paris... all these places i have been to recently and all are pulling me further and further away in my day dreams. Good for you girl, bite into that mancandy... live out your back pack.... stick your fingers up at everything else... we are only here once - live it, breath it, leave this planet with no regrets!!!!!