Sleeping by yourself at night can make you feel alone...
There is a difference between lonely and alone; but sometimes the choice to be alone can be lonely. Although I imagine there are those who feel quite lonely even though they have chosen not to be alone.
Choosing to be solitary does not necessarily mean loneliness nor being alone but sometimes it's just so daunting knowing you need to go home to an empty apartment. There are certain creature comforts that come with companionship. For example, having someone to cuddle with in bed. Of course, then that someone usually expects you to shave your legs on a regular basis, but still, it gets hella cold at this latitude and it is pleasant to have someone keep your feet warm.
So I bought some cozy socks and I still sleep on the couch because your bed doesn't seem so empty when you are sleeping on the couch. But then your bed accidently starts accumulating clothes and turns into a kind of express lane closet and then even if you find someone worthy of visiting your bed, you can't really invite them over for a cup of coffee at the end of the night due to the three or four mountains of clothing heaped on the bed and sorted by degrees of cleanliness.
So I think I'm going to clean my room. But I'm not shaving legs yet. This is a process, you see.
(Oh, and I took this image from George Lindmark's Fantasy Paintings site.)
14 comments:
express lane closets are actually kinda functional!
and a tumble on the couch never hurt anyone
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What is "an express lane closet?"
Z.
And where can I buy one?
Z.
C-- Express lane closets are extremely functional but I fear that having one makes me a slattern.
Z-- The best part is that they are pretty much free! An express lane closet is what one has when one's slatternly ass piles all of their clothes on the bed instead of hanging them in the closet. In my case pile A= clean and possibly folded. Pile B= worn once or twice, reasonably clean and wearable, probably draped in some lame homage to neatness. Pile C = crumpled in a pile and needs a wash or at least a sponge and some Febreeze to it before trying to pass it off in public.
Oh.
Z.
Me too. But I'm not going to shave my legs. The only blokes who do that are cyclists no? Incidentally I'd like to read your sons Jay-Z article. How old is he?
incidentally I am on facebook (same name) if you do that :-)
i sleep alone at night. i am calmer as a result, but i miss the morning tendrils
Bones -- I listened to your band on FB today. Good stuff.
Dean -- "morning tendrils" may be one of the better expressions I've heard this year. Nice to hear from you.
Those fish are headed straight for her barnacles.
(Chalk one up for slatternliness.)
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barnacles...
came opon this thread lookin for a sublime song, its callled "right on", lol!
you are so fucking authentic.
I stumbled upon your blog. my name is also Jennifer. Its like we had the same minds... thinking the same thoughts. And i've been fascinated by mermaids since i was a little girl. In fact, i have a tattoo of a mermaid on my ribs.
being lonely. its my greatest sadness.
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