The Fine Line Between Alone and Free
Being single and childless means I have no in-laws except the ones my brothers married, and I like them so it’s all good. It means I get to go faster and do more; there’s no one slowing me down. There is no one to whom I am accountable, for whom I must be responsible, with whom I must negotiate or toward whom I must be tolerant and considerate. And, as I recently wrote to a friend, being single means you can fart with abandon. Just sayin’…
That was the “free” part. There’s also the part where there’s no one to baby me when I’m sick, comfort me when I’m upset, jump up and down for joy with when good things happen, perform critter removal (dead or alive), or help put up the hurricane shutters, pay the mortgage and install ceiling fans.
I’m not complaining about the “alone” part, really. It’s what I chose, the alternatives available to me at the time of the choice having proven unsatisfactory. But – while I really enjoy the “free” part, there are times when the “alone” part can get to me. I’m hoping to illustrate a little bit of both sides of the coin here at The Single Rider.
Some of the material posted here was initially published elsewhere. I republished it here because I felt it would help to inform this blog and whatever readers it attracts. And although I started this blog in May 2009, I’ve used the original dates of publication here.
Saturday, May 23rd, 2009
Lehigh Acres, Florida
EDITED name of page on 05-16-2012, because the spambots apparently know to look for “About” pages!