Friday, November 28, 2008
Too Much Togetherness = Too Much
It's funny to think about spending the beginning years of my life with my family - day in, day out, they were always there, always around. I didn't really think much about it because I didn't really have much choice in the matter. And, of course, I love my family and being together is great. It was nice then and it's nice now. In small doses. It seems that the older I get, the more set in my ways I am (especially living alone) and I realize I'm not a patient person. I don't like people around me 24/7. I don't like constant noise and I certainly don't like having someone with me all the time. Needless to say, four days into a five day trip is starting to take its toll. I don't feel bitchy; I feel fine. But enough people have made comments to the fact that I'm not nice. Hmmm. I don't know what to do with that except to say I thought I was. Guess not. Who knew.