Saturday, September 15, 2012

Journal Post 9/15/2012 Keeping to Yourself

My father likes to rent out rooms in his house. Hey, it's his house, but I have to deal with the tenants when this happens. Usually, things are okay, except for the fact that his house is not very big. I am thankful to be living here for no rent at the moment as I go to school. I can't complain about that obviously. I do think my dad could have a better attitude about the tenants, though.

One of the guys who lives here keeps to himself. My dad seems to have this expectation that people should talk to him all the time and be social. I would say he's even like that with his adult children, perhaps more justifiably so. But as to his tenant, he is friends with the guy, but if he wants to keep to himself and not hold a conversation on some days, and if he's paying his rent (and this particular tenant even pays the cable bill), I say let the guy be.

Please don't misunderstand: I like being around people myself. I do like some alone time, though. I've have people tell me that when I get romantically attached to someone, I get too attached. I'm not sure that's a fair assessment, but maybe it happens. I like to be around people who I like, but I like some alone time, too. I think when you first get to know someone, there is that desire to really get to know them. Also, when someone seems to get you, it can be amazing. "Wow, you understand a little bit of what's going on up here. You must have telepathy or something." It can be intoxicating to have someone understand you. It really can.

I always told myself that I wanted to get to this place where I was okay with myself before I could be with anyone else, but maybe you never get to that place as a human being, at least not completely. I am pretty happy with who I am. I think I'm pretty mellow, but I can get angry. I can be insecure, but I think I feel better about myself now than I ever have in my life. I know that I am a pretty exceptional person without being too high on myself. I think that in the back of my mind I still find it amazing when someone thinks I'm cool. "You like me? What's wrong with you?"

 The last several Saturday nights or so, I've been hanging out with some friends. They are all younger than me and I think being with them keeps me young. But tonight I am by myself, writing papers for school, blogging, reading, surfing around on Facebook, and I am enjoying myself. Maybe I'm enjoying keeping to myself tonight, too.

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