I’ve, always, been the person, who, could entertain myself. Being alone doesn’t bother me. And I have a hard time letting people into my weird, little world.
When I was young I would spend the weekends reading books. My parents didn’t understand how I could spend the WHOLE weekend just reading. They didn’t understand why I wasn’t out playing with friends. My friends were books. I liked escaping into the fantasy that was created with the written word.
As an adult and single, I didn’t date for three years after my divorce. Getting close to another guy, this was scary and I didn’t want to let anyone in. For a brief moment, I ventured out of my shell and explored the dating world. And I’m not sure if I’m ready to let another guy into my life.
I find it easier to create my own happiness with just me. I guess that’s why I like reading, writing and why I’m more a right brain person. Reading, I get to escape into a fantasy world or learn something I don’t know about.
Writing allows me to think and express what’s on my mind. This blog I guess is my way to express myself and stay connected with the outside world when I go into my cocoon.