I love being on my own because:
I get to go to the supermarket and choose all the foods we love myself.
I get to choose all the plants that go in the garden.
I can sit on the sofa and watch TV or sit in silence. I choose.
I get to make all the decisions. I have no one to answer to.
I’m in charge all the time.
When there’s time to waste, I get to decide what to do.
I get the whole bed to myself, most often.
I can wake up when I’m ready, stretch and lay quietly listening to the world wake, alone.
I get to choose my life and there’s no one to question me.
I hate being on my own because:
I have to go to the supermarket and choose all the foods we love myself.
I have to choose all the plants that go in the garden.
I can sit on the sofa and watch TV or sit in silence, but there’s no conversation, no compromise.
I have to make all the decisions.
I have no one to answer to.
I’m in charge, all the time.
When there’s time to waste, I have to decide what to do.
I have the whole bed to myself most often.
I have to wake up when I’m ready, stretch and lay quietly listening to the world wake, alone.
I get to choose my life and there’s no one to question me.
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Thank you foxxx for opening the doors! I'll post something later on when I have more time, after I've added the rest of the authors! I really think this is going to work!!!! *IHOPEIHOPEIHOPE!!!
This is a brilliant post. I love the dichotomy you beautifully present. Well done!
this is so poignant and lovely and it hurts a bit to read and then it really hurts and then i sit staring at the screen and wonder what's to become of us all.
thanks for writing this foxxx
Goes to show we can't have everyting we want all the time.
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