Day Two Hundred and Thirteen: On my own

I’m okay on my own.

I know a lot of people who can’t function without other people around them. These people need a near constant stream of chatter to appease their busy minds. My mother is one of these people. She needs constant distraction and company in order to function.

I am not like that.

So when I got to a hotel in the middle of butt-f*ck nowhere (Green River) instead of staying in the room and engaging in useless chatter, I am perfectly content to go sit in the lobby, mooch off the internet and watch people go in and out.

My mother does not understand this. She thinks that if I am separating myself from the people I just spent sixteen hours in a car with, I must be upset or angry or something. Clearly she has to fix this. She doesn’t understand that I’m just getting some me time.

I am fine on my own. If you ever see me sitting on my own, don’t join me. Say hi, but I’m fine, I promise. I’m not lonely or sad or depressed because I’m by myself. I’m focusing.

Challenge to my Readers:

It’s okay to be alone sometimes. Hell, I encourage it.