I think I spooked someone. Either that or we're so alike that the curiosity's gone.

I talk a lot to myself. Truly. Sometimes I'm in the elevator and someone steps in and I shut up, so I won't look completely deranged. Sometimes, during these "conversations" I actually sort some things out about myself, so they're not a complete waste of breath.

Two days ago I was thinking (again) about how I'm a bit of a loner. Not that I don't enjoy company, I do, and it's terribly easy to get used to it and awfully hard to break the habit back to solitude. But back to the point: one of the things I like most about my itsy bitsy tiny home, is that it's mine (well, it's rented, but it's rented by me and no-one can bug me there!). I have my stuff, my things, my habits and my lack of, my personal chaos, my peace... and having to share the space with anyone, involves sharing that and I like my space to myself.

Also, given I'm a bit chaotic, I don't plan. If I paint or go jogging or anything, really, it's usually on the spur of the moment and usually due to lack of anything more interesting to do. Even things I like doing, I only do them because, not because I thought to myself "Tomorrow seems like a good day to go for a walk..."

This can be a bit of a problem, since when I do have company to do things, I forget to do many of the things I like. Of course I do other things, but I neglect the rest and then one fine day I see someone else doing something I haven't done in a very long time and I miss it and I didn't even realize it until then!

But I do enjoy company. And I do enjoy playing games. And I might just have spooked someone.

 

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