I'm off to a wedding reception this evening.

An old friend I used to work with is getting married and there will be lots of people there that I used to work with. Will that be fun? Everyone I know has a partner, except me. The conversations will revolve around men telling me I'm lucky because there's no-one else in the house to boss me around, and the women enquiring as to why I haven't managed to find someone new & interesting to settle down with yet.  I suppose they'll be mapping their own aspirations on to me, wishing for me what they (secretly) wish for themselves.

Many people you meet assume that living alone means you're lonely. Sure I have good days and bad days like all the rest of us, but I like to think the good days outnumber the bad. Maybe the bad days are the side of me that misses coming home to someone I can hug and explain to how bad work was, or not being able to suggest a spur of the moment walk in the rain together? Maybe the good days are the side of me that says I can do exactly as I please, that if I don't want to do the housework I don't have to?

What if I've got it all wrong? Perhaps I need to stop doing the washing up until I run out of things to eat off? Maybe next time it's raining and I see someone walk by I should rush out and walk along with them, telling them how lousy work is?

Sounds like the perfect way to get labelled as a bit strange and locked up! =;o)

...and I still don't know whether or not I enjoy wedding receptions!