As I think you know by now, I'm an only child. I like being alone. No, I THRIVE on being alone. I love being by myself, I don't like being around people a lot, I don't like being in big crowds, and I need my own personal time and space.
And I think you know that everyone needs love, and people my age love having boyfriends and girlfriends and romance and blah blah blegh.
But here I am; I have been single for, what? 8 months to a year now? And I LOVE it. I have not been happier. I have no want or need for love, and I feel great not having someone to report in to, to fulfill needs for, and to cater to. But I also feel like something must be wrong with me since I am so happy being alone and not with other people my age and not having a boyfriend. I don't want one -- I swear, I don't. There's just a part of me that says, "Something is wrong with you for not wanting this."
Am I crazy for thinking this or am I crazy for not wanting love?
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