So, here’s a question. How set are you in your ways? Kinda made you think there, right? I’ve been thinking about this question over the week due to some conversations I’ve had. The first one that really jump started this crazy thought was a guy that I used to work with. He is big into fantasy football, which admittedly I don’t like at all because I feel it takes away from the sport but I digress, and in any event he was talking about how his fantasy teams didn’t fare so well with the upsets and crazy games that happened in the NFL over the weekend. The kicker out of all of this (no pun intended) was the fact that he mentioned something about talking to his roommate about the games that were going on and hearing that triggered my brain. I thought “Holy smokes. Roommate?! OH HELL NO. I could never live with a roommate!” and after the conversation was over, I kinda laughed to myself thinking about the roommate situation. Maybe it’s my introversion coming through, or maybe it’s my near OCD levels of cleanliness and organization that I can’t fathom rolling the dice with rooming up with somebody hoping that they would be at least sorta like me when it comes to keeping things clean and organized. Then panic really set in at the thought of this dude’s friends coming over. What if I didn’t know them? There’d I’d go having to put on this face… this persona of showing that I enjoyed these random strangers invading my space when in fact I was slowly dying inside. What if I was really tired and just wanted some peace and quiet but had to deal with some get together and that noise it brings?! Ahhhhhhhh!!!! Freak OUT! But alas! It was all just a quick waking nightmare of something that will never happen to me because, well, I’m set in my ways. I am who I am. I’m a loner. A rebel! Wait! No, that was Pee-Wee Herman and his hitchhiking buddy Mickey’s line! Haha! All kidding aside, I really am a loner. I need to be alone most of the time. I can’t handle being outside of my house for too long before I start to miss the peace and quiet away from the outside world and I get into a not so favorable mood because of it. I need to be alone at said domicile along with that too, so that I can recharge and be alone with my thoughts in order to keep a good mood going. Call it what you will… childish, immature, weird, stupid. You know what, it is what it is and I am what I am. I have no desire to change that.
With that being said, I was having another conversation with another coworker who is going to get married in a few weeks. The conversation moved over to the living with each other aspect of it all and at least it was a mutual conversation that was being had this time about the subject and this person is pretty worried about the small details about living with their soon to be spouse. I brought up all the logistics of moving from their parents’ house to the new apartment and everything along with the talk about the adjustment period living with a new spouse and that got me thinking about that every happening to me. L O L!!!!!!! As if it ever would! My track record with the opposite sex is pretty tragic, if you want me to be honest. I’m not holding out too much hope for a relationship to happen any time soon, much less a marriage. Hahaha!!! But anyway, I got to thinking about that too! Holy smokes. What would happen if I ever got married? I mean, love conquers all, right? But what if I got married to a, *how to I put this lightly? Ah screw it, I’ll call it what it is!*, lazy woman? “Ah, I’ll get to doing laundry later (while the Mount Everest of clothes is growing larger over somewhere in a room).” “Ah, the house isn’t that dirty (meanwhile the floors look like they haven’t been cleaned in forever and there is crap all over the place) it can wait until later to clean.” I’d die of an anxiety attack!!! LOL! Now, people these days would say “well, you’d know that before marrying her to know if she’s lazy or a slob, dude!” Really? Maybe if I lived with her beforehand, yeah, but for religious and moral reasons, I really don’t believe in doing that, so no, I wouldn’t really know too much unless she gave me an ear beating about me currently having designated days and times to clean and do laundry all on a consistent basis now. The thought of me finding out that I’d be having to fix my way out of a situation like that gives me a headache. LOL!
Now, I know it sounds very snobbish of me to say all of this, but I’m by no means a charm or anything either, my thing is that I feel I’m already set in my ways over the majority of my life. I have my favorite sports teams that I’m passionate about and I like to see their games. No, I will not switch governments and start to cheer for your teams, especially if I hate them. LOL! I don’t like to try new things out most of the time because I know what I like. I keep a very clean house and stay on top of my laundry. I am into nerdy things. I hate “horror” movies. I love Las Vegas and Phoenix and really don’t give a damn about going anywhere east of visiting my best friend in Central Texas, or north of my other best friend in St. Louis here in the United States. So basically the east coast… don’t care to see ya. No offense, you’re just not where I like to be nor do I care to travel out there to make sure that I don’t like to be there. I don’t like to compromise my happiness because it took me a long time to get to this point of being consistently happy and finding the things that bring me joy. I know what I like, I know how to keep my happy, and I know what I need in my life to keep things that way. Is that a product of being in my late 30s? Is that a product of living my life enough to figure things out finally? Or am I just weird?