Tonight it was candlelight dinner for one, which has just driven home the fact that I’m alone. Even as a kid I felt alone – and I was surrounded by people who cared about me and loved me. I’m a loner; I don’t really like people. Or maybe it’s just that I’m self-concious around people. I don’t like someone looking over my shoulder or watching me do anything, fearing they will critique how I’m doing something – or worse – question why I’m doing something. It’s none of your business! Leave me alone!
I guess I wasn’t completely alone – I had the Miles. I should have given him the extra burger I cooked – but I didn’t. He’s been eating peanut butter fudge for the past few days, so he needs to watch his girlish figure.
