please empty your brain below

Getting easier over the years then DG?

Doesn't seem like a year since the last one.

I agree with what you write, but I would change my mind in a second with if the other was Hayden Panettiere. :-)

But someone like that may be aching for someone to say 'lets not...'

"You'd never compromise enough to fit in"

Pot, meet kettle.

You sound borderline autistic.

You sound borderline autistic.

Hmm, the first three paragraphs made me wonder if this has been the secret blog of Margaret Thatcher, and that I had failed to twig this over a good five, six, years of reading it...

You'd never get on

I also once believed that the world would be so much better if everyone was more like me. But it wouldn't necessarily be more interesting.
(Oh, and are seriously telling us that you don't plan and map out your days/weekends/blog entries?! Sorry, I don't buy that.)

Oh how I agrees, and even if it's not the most tactful thing to say at this juncture, how I envy you actually being able to live it.

you know, it is possible for two people to live together and not do everything together. You just need to arrange things so you each have a room of your own. In fact, I know happily married people who each have a house of their own although admittedly not in London...

And then again not everybody wants to do all the things you list ... there might be people out there who also enjoy doing their own thing. Sometimes its fun to share.

I'm a lot like you, and my partner is a lot like your "other". We share a house and bed very happily. We have a study each and spend a lot of time separately in them at our computers. We go out and do things that one of us wants to do, together, and when it's one of her things I usually find plenty in it to enjoy, and vice versa. I have discovered wonderful stuff for me that I never would have found on my own. It can work, once you stop hoping the other one will become more like you, and realise the fun and stimulation come from the very differences. It took me one failed marriage and 37 years of life to stumble upon my partner, and I consider myself extremely fortunate to have found her. Just wait.


"I live in a cosy bubble, a protective cocoon, a universe governed by inertia"

I see more than a bit of irony / ambivalence in this post, so it's all good. But I reckon protecting ourselves too much can actually make us weaker.

you sound like a right laugh, whinge whinge whinge

A winter's day
In a deep and dark November;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I've built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
It's laughter and it's loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries

You're probably right. And you're probably the better off for it.

At least you're not bitter

I'm confused. Is this an anniversary "bugger off" or a new "bugger off"?

Ah, and DG, I KNOW with 100% certainty that you and I wouldn't get along - and for none of the reasons you have listed. Doesn't stop me appreciating 65% of your posts though.

Can't help but wonder if after eleven years SHE is as happy as you are??

No wonder you're single.

Exquisite post, though.

Is it another year already? Honest?

DG, just remember that you make my,and many others as well, day most days!!

Good on Ya!

Rob

I think you should meet a girl who is from totaly different country than you are, dear GB. That will work for sure.

Ah, the single, child-free life! One can only dream about it from the perspective of the harried, married parent.

It's a good thing you know where you ought to be though.

You could always get a cat ...

Debster *always* bloody beats me to the punch with the smart arse cat comments... Not fair!

So many comments here seem to want to construct DG as somehow miserable, intolerant or missing out because he won't compromise and find a partner. I don't think DG is implying that he is missing out at all. I think this way of thinking comes from the scripters (life-scripters) who assume that if one does not follow the script one MUST be unhappy. Yet I know of couples with similar ambivalences vis a vis the single vs coupled life. Somehow we simply accept these.

In DG I simply see a highly intelligent, self-reflective, happy person who pretty much 'knows himself' and has made a conscious choice about he will live his life. Good for him.

If it wasn't for his anti-caffeine stance, his fear of being organised, and, most importantly, his inability to see kittens as the cutest creatures on the planet he'd be perfect for me... :).

To my fellow Antipodean: I could be wrong, but given the innumerable field trips that DG goes on and then faithfully reports to his faithful readers, he seems pretty organised to me. And his 4.5 cup-a-day tea habit, while spreading the caffeine load, is at least the equivalent of a good strong coffee.

@Debster I was thinking that at the very moment I scrolled to your comment.

The older I get the less I like people and the more I like cats.

Sour grapes much?










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