Monday, May 19, 2008
anyway
Things aren't tough in the least. There's no animosity. We're in complete agreement. There's a little bittersweetness, sure; but I walked into town on Saturday with a spring in my step. I thought, "I have peace of mind." And then I started wondering why I had peace of mind. Was it because I honestly wanted to settle down, just not with P? Or was it the ol' fear of commitment mutating into new forms to avoid detection and annihilation? Because I'm honestly terribly good at being single. I've spent the last ten years by myself (not counting 3 relationships each of which lasted a year and a half), because I wanted to master being alone (for its own sake. but it is also true that mastery of being alone makes you a more desirable companion). At any rate, while I anticipate a return to the Wild West of dating, at the moment I'm more interested in getting a dog.
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Are you really going to get a dog? The link was broken so I can't tell if it was a link to a real dog or to something like a robotic dog that vacuums and keeps track of the location of all your books.
I have two real dogs and for years I have been trying to predict when they will finally make their trip to heaven. If I were to get a new dog, I would get one with a short life expectancy. Or I would get a cat. Or maybe a rat. Hey, you can have one of my dogs!
"but I walked into town on Saturday with a spring in my step."
Didn't that hurt?
OK, seriously now.
Sorry to hear that you are going through this. That sucks.
I am really going to get a dog.
Imagine me saying that really slowly, as though trying to run through reasons why it might not be a good idea while I say it.
First I need an apartment, though. P. hates dogs.
Get two. I mean, if you're going to have one, another isn't that much more trouble, and they keep each other company when you're at work.
Or, if you're lazy like me, adopt two kittens. There's no leashes, walking, or yipping involved. But you still get a workout from schlepping 40 lbs. of cat litter up your stairs every other week. And adopted kitties are friendly - just ask my four!
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