I thought I was going to finally do something useful this week. Like leave the house and look for change under the city’s sofa.
Then I started watching Masters of Sex. So I guess I’m going to do that instead.
Now that I’ve been given the opportunity to live alone for the week, I’m starting to wonder if giving me exactly what I want, which is to live alone, is not particularly healthy. I’ve been very busy over the past two years, but I’m starting to think that’s just a subconscious response to knowing there are people at home. Now that that’s not the case, I’m a lot more hesitant to leave the house.
When I was actually living with people, I almost felt more alone in public because no body knows me. Does that make sense?
In any case, this is how I communicate with people from now on. My face is your screen. With words on it.