Notes on being an only child...

I am selfish with my time.

I learned long ago how to share my toys, share my food, even share my feelings... but not so much my time. I don't do well with adjusting my personal system to how other folks do it. I am a creature of habit.

I've always been shy. I've also always been fairly mature and responsible and still I had to grow up very quickly. I like to think that I don't need any people who I don't already know. I am jaded and have been for a while now. I gave up on love or any kind of meaningful romantic relationship what feels like ages ago.

Maybe I'm wrong, but I'm okay with being alone. Quite frankly I'm more than okay with it. For now, that is. But I know that in the future I may have other thoughts. The question is whether to follow my heart deeper into the solitary life that feels so right to me or to force myself into situations I'm not all that interested in for the sake of experience.

A lot to think about, so it would seem.