People are Like Chocolates
Wait too long to choose and only the weird ones nobody likes are left.
The world is changing, constantly. It’s hard enough for anyone to keep up. Today’s younger generation are having to negotiate the choppy waters of dating apps and social media, littered as they are with trolls, catfish and other lurking dangers.
But as a 40-something, soon to hit my half-century, I don’t know if I even want to try to keep up any more.
I’m beginning to think it’s a real possibility that I’m going to be flying solo for the long haul.
I love meeting new people. I’m an introvert but I like people, and I’m comfortable being thrown into a new situation, surrounded by relative strangers. I even find it exhilarating. My adrenaline rush comes from the fear of crashing and burning and then the short-term high of making people laugh and warm to my presence.
But I’m also very, very happy to spend time alone. I can while away a weekend running up hills, pottering in my house, watering my plants and reading books, or catching up on the latest Netflix show. Whoever thought of releasing an entire season at the same time was a marketing genius. Binge-watching a whole box set is the only drug I need!
