I'm having trouble concentrating on this war. It's not that I'm not paying attention, mind you. I really am keeping up with the paratroopers, C-17's and B-52's. Granted, I was a little confused as to why the B-52's were involved - but I guess they're finished with the major portion of their recording career.
Anyway, it's hard to concentrate on war when you're newly single. Then again, I'm wondering whether you can really concentrate on anything at all when you're newly single. It's just so damn discombobulating.
You know, being single is really hard work. For those of you considering a change of status now or in the near future, please allow me to dissuade you. You may think your life is boring and routine. You may think you're in a rut. But, what you don't realize is how much energy is required to do anything beyond be in that rut you've established.
Back when my soulmate (sob sob) and I were together, I truly enjoyed the luxury of just not thinking. The day was a no brainer. Wake up, show some love, go to work, send some loving thoughts, come home, show some more love, go to sleep. Every once in a while there was some eating and rewinding of videos. Occasionally, a phone call that needed to be made or toilet paper that needed to be bought. But, generally speaking, life ran smoothly. Things were nice and quiet. Relaxing was easy and abundant.
But now, JEEZ....
For the first time in a long time, I actually need the weekend to catch up on sleep. And the sad part is that I don't even have any really good stories to tell for being so damn tired!
It's just that as a single person, I have more hours in my day to think about. There's no one to distract me. No one to abuse me or make me do those little stupid things that use up time during the day. Now, the whole damn day is mine. Man, that's a lot of time for one person.
In the morning, for instance, instead of having to finding someone else's clothes or get their milk for cereal, I'm just free. Yup! Just FREE! I can just go straight to work instead of hanging out at home.
At the end of the day, there's no one to rush home for. No one to buy dinner for. No one to stop at the grocery store for. No one expecting me to keep him company for the emergency trip up to Home Depot. So now I just stay out.
Staying out's not bad at all. In fact, it's pretty damn fun. Especially when food, wine and friends are involved. For a while, I even wondered why I'd ever want to be home every night.
But then I remembered that I really like being home at night. Home's a really nice place. The perks of home are excellent. No shoes required. Clothing optional. Utensils completely unnecessary. Black cat available for cuddling.
Maybe lots of single folks are home right now watching Tom Brokaw provide breaking news and analysis of the day's events. Maybe they're yelling back at O'Reilly.
But I think I forgot how to do it alone. Or maybe it's just that I've learned to prefer screaming at the television when there's a witness in the room.
Maybe if I ask really nice, Mr. Bush could put the war on hold until I fall in love again.