Sadly, I've been rather bereft of attractive young men in my life lately. Not that I'm really trying... I keep telling myself I'll put a bit of effort into it once I recover from my surgery.
Or when I finish school.
Or when I am not working so much.
Or when I...
Le sigh. I've always got some sort of excuse. In fact, my excuses for absolutely any area of my life (not just men) generally fall into one of three categories:
I'm a basketcase.
Truth be told: I'm a bit of an introvert IRL. Social situations intimidate the crap out of me. I will speak in front of an anonymous audience of a thousand or more (and have) with no problemas at all, but if you put me in a more intimate setting - say, a cocktail party - with 20 strangers and/or mild acquaintances? Yeah. I'll be the one in the corner.
Or better yet, the one pretending to step outside to get some air. Here's a secret, just between us: I'm getting the fuck out of there.
When I tell most people this, they don't believe me. If you ever met my professional persona, you'd understand why. She's very much an "I'm-in-charge" kinda lady. She gets things done. She ain't skeered of nuttin'.
No one realizes that that's a character I play.
So, yeah. There's some issues there that might make it difficult to meet people. But I have been trying. I've been making a concerted effort to meet new people and make new friends. I started online - which I have to say is going pretty well if I do say so myself - and am starting to branch out into IRL areas as well. (If you see me at a Meetup.com gathering and I'm hiding in the corner, please do a sister a favor and help me find my way out of it.)
I overcommit my time.
On top of that I have had very little free time. I have this idea that tomorrow won't be perfect unless I'm doing all this shit today: career, education, creative fulfillment, writing...
At the end of the day, I end up botching most of it and having a nervous breakdown or a case of exhaustion like Michael Jackson had that time he had to check himself into the hospital.
So I've decided (just today actually) that moving forward that I'm only going to take one class a semester. Not six (which is what I started with when I went back... while working full-time), not three or four, and not two. Just one.
One is manageable. One allows me to have some free nights during the week. One lets me see my family and friends.
One does mean it will take me like four years to graduate even though I'm already a senior, but WTF does it really matter? I'm 32, I have a very successful career by most standards already, and was planning on working while I wrote freelance anyway until I had enough gigs going to support myself. What prevents me from doing that now?
(Answer: just me.)
I've got pretty particular standards.
I'm not religious. In fact, I'm an agnostic atheist. I can't stand stupid people. I love being a woman, but I'm not frilly. I don't want children. I think monogamy is anachronistic. I probably have a couple of other things I can't think of right now that are socially outside of the norm. And you know what? You don't meet a lot of people who truly appreciate all of those things.
I don't see many of those things changing, and I'm kinda happy with my choices.
And we've come full-circle...
So it was really no surprise today that - in the moment that I realized that fall also meant yard work - I was standing by myself in my front yard.
In a fit of rabid frenzy I pulled out my hedge trimmer and started whacking away at the bushes along the front of my house. Twenty minutes later, I trudged into the house.
My cat was there. He meowed.
I imagined if I was in a relationship that my attractive young man would laugh that I had just trimmed the bushes in my new crushed flannel grey ballet flats.
Then I would have laughed because he said trimming bushes.
He would comment that I was done fast, and then ask me if I cleaned up all of the leaves and branches or if I just left them sitting there on the ground in the yard.
Maybe, if he was real, he would shake his head and then help me rake them up.
For now, I think I'll just leave them sitting there. I don't feel like dealing with it today. Not by myself.
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