Or at least talk to me. Just seriously, shut the fuck up for one moment.
I love the days in Miami when I wake up, nobody’s in my apartment. Sit in bed and watch tv or flip through magazines until I decide to go out, maybe shop for a bit, walk along the beach, and then I realize what time it is and that I haven’t spoken a word all day. And then I go home, make myself dinner, take a long relaxing shower and snuggle up to my dogs as we watch a movie.
I don’t have to cater to what anyone else wants to do, where they want to go. Nobody’s bothering me being nosy asking where I’m going, when I’ll be back. Nobody’s pretending their interested in the other persons life. Nobody’s asking me if I want to do xyz, all of which I haven’t had any interest in since I was 15, the last time you cared to figure out what it is I liked. I just don’t have to deal with all the fake bs chatter. It’s just quiet. I like being by myself most of the time, is that so wrong?
Honestly, the only time I care to speak to people is if I’m ordering food. That kind of sounds like the perfect world.
Maybe that’s why I like dogs so much…
