Sunday, June 9, 2013

Don't Know if I can Handle a 'Full Weekend"

Spending more than two hours in someone else's company has always created this horrible tightness in my stomach that doesn't go away until I've had four or five days of being alone.  Growing up with a family taught me to hate the concept of family, hate going our for special occasions, hate being considered special or important and hate being loved.  People who love you feel entitled to have you respond when they speak to you and this is a pure tyranny with no positive benefit in return.   When I grew up and moved out on my own it was the being alone which was the sum of my ambitions and the only thing that mattered.  Having this Sunday completely to myself is beautiful. 

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