I’m beginning to feel a little guilty when people ask me if it’s hard having a long distance relationship and my reply is “No, not really.  It works better for me.  I’m far too busy to have to deal with the day to day intricacies of a local relationship.  I just don’t have room in my life I guess.”

I love him dearly, and miss him when I have to go 3 months without seeing him sometimes.  But I can’t imagine having to find the time to cater to his needs if he was here all the time!  Call me selfish.

it’s a love/hate relationship…with being single that is…i hate feeling like i’m never going to settle down or that i can’t just get the attention i’m looking for on a whim…but i love the feeling that i don’t have to answer to anybody or that nobody is going to hurt me if i don’t open up to anybody…i can be selfish if i choose to do so…anybody i’ve gone out with for more than a month weeks will tell you, i’m the most giving, considerate and understanding person you will ever date.  it’s just in my nature to want to please people and make them happy in any way i can.  the thing is though, that i lose the desire to be that individual when i feel like people take mefor granted or don’t appreciate it.  once that happens i turn into the “i’m going to do whatever i want, whenever i want, and there’s nothing you can say about it” person.  and them i’m single once again.  it’s a viscious cycle really.  one that seems as if the centripital force is great enough to pin me against a wall…you know, as if i was lucky enough to have one around to stop me from feeling like i was hurdling into the universe so far i could never come back.  one that i would love to end.    but alas…there seems to be no end in sight.