Every single day someone tells me how strange I am.
And if they don't say it, they give me "the eye" that says everything.
Fifteen years ago I may have developed a complex about it.
Today I just wonder what makes people think that my own behaviors are strange, but their own are perfectly acceptable.
Here is an example of how the conversations usually go:
"I went to Belle Isle over the weekend."
"Oh, I have never been there before."
"Do you live under a rock?"
"No, I just don't go to Belle Isle."
"Man, you are different aren't you?"
"Ooo, did someone bring in those cookies? That's gonna be hard to sit next to."
"No, I don't care for cookies."
"Is something wrong with you?"
"I don't like pie or cake either so I suppose there is."
"What are you doing this weekend?"
"Homework and then I intend to finish the book I am reading."
"You should probably do activities with other human beings rather than hit your GoodReads yearly goal."
"That would require me to leave the comfort of my house, put on real clothes, and NOT be snuggled up with my dog."
"Aaaand you wonder why you are single."
"I don't wonder. I know exactly why."
People astound me really. Their judgement on my lifestyle is incredible.
They ask me a question yet the answer is insufficient.
Was there some other way I am supposed to answer? Something you would like me to say?
"Oh, this weekend. I am going downtown in a party bus, going to see Wicked, and then get dinner in Greek Town."
As if catching a show and getting dinner (not to mention spending a couple hundred dollars) is superior to the exercise of my brain or the expansion of my vocabulary plus quality time with my daughter. Don't get me wrong, I love theatre, but how is one person's activities any better than the next persons? I am not shooting up heroine. I am not getting hammered at the bar. I am not out sleeping with random people. I am simply taking care of my house (which I love), reading books (which I love), and spending time with my daughter and my animals (which I love most of all).
I see nothing wrong with my lifestyle.
Yet every day - it never fails - someone will ask me a question to which the answer is unsatisfactory.
I am a huge fan of the simple life.
Having a daughter at 19 stunted my ability to have a wild life, and honestly, after seeing the debauchery that my friends ensued, I am good without all of "that" being in my past. I have no place for any of that in my life.
I also do not have room in my life for people who try to make me feel bad. So if you are one of those people, allow me to say sayonara to you now.
For those of you who support me and love me for the recluse that I am, thank you. I appreciate you. I don't even have to tell you that for you to know, but sometimes it is nice to hear.