Dichotomous

I really enjoy being alone– except when I don’t.

This weekend was one of those perfect examples which illustrates the above statement. On Saturday I was perfectly content to be alone, but then everything changed on Sunday. 

And no, not because Easter. I don’t celebrate that holiday– although it did manage to close my gym and like every grocery store in town, so….

Anyway, Saturday was great. My old desktop iMac died this past week, but I was able to settle on an inexpensive solution involving a WD MyCloud NAS. I bought and installed it and got my iTunes and videos uploaded onto it from my backups and it works with my wireless music in my condo, so yay!!!!

I also went to the gym and had a good workout, found a couple pairs of pants (on sale at Macy’s) and was generally productive all day. 
Then Sunday hit. Gym closed. Groceries closed. Gloomy day. And I was completely unmotivated.  And alone. With no prospects of entertainment.

So I moped around. 

And I went online looking for “company”– but even that was a dead end. Which did nothing but make me mopier.

I did have my normal Sunday evening chorus rehearsal, and you would think that would help because I would be around people– but it wasn’t the right kind of “unaloneness”.  After all, it is very easy to still feel solitary when surrounded by a group of gay men.  Especially when it is a time to work and not to socialize. 

Of course now it’s Monday and I’m still in a bit of a funk.  By this evening, I’ll be right as rain, what with work and a workout and a band rehearsal to keep me occupied.

And this week is chockers with several rehearsals, a concert, and  a visit from Dad this coming weekend.  So I’m quite sure I’ll be clamoring for one goddamn moment solitude come Sunday.

Unless I decide I don’t want solitude, of course. 

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About cb

Nickname: Munt Measurements: 45 B, 34, 38(?) Ambition: to be the best human ever! Turn ons: long walks on the beach, romantic dinners, porn, rainbows, cock Turn offs: bad smell face, men who are full of themselves, dead puppies, popcorn, sadness
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3 Responses to Dichotomous

  1. Cheer up Charlie. You have your adoring fans that love you and are with you. 🙂

  2. rob mitchamore says:

    I felt the same way on Saturday until a friend came by for a visit and we went to a Chinese buffet and gorged ourselves…then came home and went into a “lo-mein coma”…problem solved! LOLZ

  3. Old Lurker says:

    I completely sympathize with this. I have lots of books and blog posts to read but I still feel lonely, and then I mope.

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