Solitude.

   You know it is bound to be a hell of day when you fill the coffee maker, then forget to put the coffee pot back in. When this happens, a lot of coffee makes its way onto the counter. And floor. And it stains things. And bleach only does so much. YEAH, SUNDAY!

   Today, I met up with a photography friend at Wild Joe's, laughing about how weird boys are and how excited we are to finally be breaking into the photo world. Seriously though -- why are boys so weird? The real answer is that I'm, in fact, the one that's weird. But, I don't want to admit it. If I do, then I damn myself to a life of spinster-hood. I've already been warned by several, single, middle-aged neighbors that my eggs are drying up. That's always a good way to initiate neighborly conversation (in case you were wondering.) Start talking to young girls about their biological clock running out. Helps them to build confidence. And stuff.

   I do pretty well on my own. I've never minded being alone, but the thing about being alone is that it usually leads to feeling lonely. I don't understand how you are supposed to meet people. In high school, they tell you that you'll meet your spouse in college. Then, you get to college and you think, Dear God, I hope not. Sad thing about college -- the boys just have beer bellies and often forget that things like personal hygiene are sometimes necessary. Neither of these is a benefit to their cause. So, you go out into the world and everyone says that you will meet the man of your dreams. Then, you go out into the world and realize that the majority of the men in Europe wear tighter pants than you do, don't know what the word "deodorant" is and have never fixed a flat tire. You also realize that you are getting older. And things like being able to fix flat tires are now attractive. This causes you to feel like the wrinkles by your eyes are getting deeper and the biological clock is in fact screaming TICK TOCK, DAMMIT. All of the above then lead to a marathon of chick flicks and a large chocolate consumption. 

   Needless to say, I'm still single. 

   I try to embrace solitude. In fact, the majority of the time, I thrive on it. I am incredibly independent, much to the frustration of those around me. I like hiking by myself. I like taking drives by myself. I like shopping by myself. I go to movies by myself. I cook by myself. There is a lot of "self" time. Over the last two days of Spring Break, I've spent a lot of quality time with me, myself and I. I fixed a clogged drain, which revealed a nasty damn hairball and resulted in my dry heaving for about fifteen minutes before laughing hysterically at the comedy of the situation. I then stopped laughing because I realized I had to clean up the hairball. I cleaned (a lot). I bleached everything (God, bleach is so incredible). I washed clothes. I cleaned my room. I did homework. Then, I had nothing else to occupy my time. You can only do so much before your thoughts start to catch up with you.

   I used the afternoon to escape to Hyalite. Despite the ever-present snow, it was beautiful. I breathed in the mountain air and sat for awhile. By myself. And when I got back into my car, to drive back to my empty apartment -- I was okay with being alone.