You know how I often live inside my own head and often have way too much fun doing so?  Well, it's become a problem. 

I've noticed lately that I've been a bit reclusive.  More than usual, in fact.  I usually attribute it to living in Michigan where our Winters last from October until May---I tend to hibernate during the cold months.  But, I think it goes deeper than that.  At least that what she says. (bah dump bum) Then, I wondered if it's because I live with three very needy men.  Well, two of them are needy, one just really enjoys my company (who doesn't?).  Seriously, I can't even sneak upstairs to my bathroom without being followed by someone who needs me.  I figured I was becoming a hermit because I have to savor my (albeit seldom) alone time.

Therein lies the problem.  I've spent so much time enjoying my own company lately that  almost no one else is as much fun to be with as I am.  Seriously--I really adore myself.  I entertain myself.  I amuse myself.  I'm complimentary to me self.  I'm good to myself.  I try to pamper myself.  I buy myself pretty things.  I'm like the best way to spend an afternoon!  Like Deena from the Jersey Shore says, "I'm a blast in a glass".  And I am, too!  Not to say I have no friends or that I don't like anyone.  Seriously---have you ever met me?  I adore my friends.  We have the best times together.  And there's literally no substitute for that.  But there's a lot to be said for solitude as well.  When you spend 24 hours a day with people who literally never stop talking, it's nice to just shut up and turn off for a while, you know? 

It's like that guy that enjoys porn so much that after a while, it gets to the point where he can't perform without it.  I'm getting to be like that guy.  Except I'm not porn...and I'm not having sex with anyone else.  I gotta get out more often, so I can better acclimate myself into society. 

I receive an invitation for a birthday party and I'm like, "eh".   I get invited out for drinks and I'm like, "but I have drinks at home".  The girls ask me to go shopping with them and I'm all, "....ugh..there's so many people at the mall".  Seriously--ask my friend Melissa.  I almost didn't make it home from a weekend shopping excursion once.  I was this close from telling Jason to send a helicopter for me. 

It is just me, or does that speak volumes about a person who can't be alone with herself?  Someone who has to be everywhere, as to not be left alone?  To me, that's almost as sad as the crazy cat lady---whom, I will NEVER me.  Crazy dog lady, maybe.

Luckily, Spring is a mere 5 mos away (technically it's only 2 mos away, but we live in MI).  So, soon enough I'll be wandering aimlessly through Rockford.  Visiting the neighbors, hosting backyard bbq's, hitting the pubs, inviting my peoples over for bonfires, making the rounds to visit all my Michigan friends (shout out to Ray-Ray,
Que Sar-ahSar-ah, K-Mart and all the Mexi-clan).  So, for now I'll continue to wallow in my own self absorbedness.

Ta Ta For Now