Life without Facebook isn’t actually that bad. Not only do I seem to have more free time, I no longer have to read annoying statuses of attention-seeking teenagers. I don’t really miss any news either, since I’d usually hear about anything big happening to anyone by interacting with people. The downside is that it is harder now to find out about people. I suppose that is also an upside because it forces me to be creative in order to find out about people, and it also forces actual conversation. And by being creative, I mean that I usually just use Duncan’s Facebook when he forgets to sign out of it on Dr. Hebert’s computer.
Although, without Facebook, who is really going to see this post? Aside from those Googling “what does connection imploded mean?”.
In the process of writing this post, I actually had to explain what I said in the first paragraph because I was asked why I didn’t have a Facebook. Amusing.
My suitemates talk about sex a lot. The more they do, the more I find myself wanting it less. I am actually in quite an interesting situation. At this point in my life, I can see myself being happy single. I am, however, not opposed to cohabitation or adoption. I just have no desire to get married. I also want to change my name to a mononym – a single name as opposed to first name-last name.
This does not mean that I don’t have feelings. I would even say that I do have feelings for someone. However, it’s somewhat weird since I have always been against my ex saying that she did not expect us to be together in the future (whenever ‘future’ was relative to when she said it). To me, that seems like a waste of time; to put time and emotions into something to which you don’t expect to commit. That is not exactly how I would word how I feel; I would say that I am open to whatever happens…but only somewhat? Perhaps my fear is hurting someone the way I was hurt.
I want to date. I dislike feeling lonely. But I don’t want a repeat of old drama. Patience. The answer is patience. But not too much patience, because then you just lose your chance.
And yes, my sex drive is so low that it scares me sometimes. I think I’m okay with that though.
