Debris of Daily Life

I find that I am happier when I spend a lot of time alone pursuing my own things and when I want company I will ask for it. It is always fairly brief and then I get to do my own thing again. I am grateful for my friends who smile when I, instead of patting someone, will say, “I am verbally patting you”; I am grateful that the cats are also creatures that need no acknowledgement and also are my babies and don’t demand much of me; I am grateful my friends ask permission for hugs or air-hug across the room because they know how I am. I am grateful now that I can say, “I need time alone,” and no one tells me that I am neglecting them or tries to follow me and tell me I need to not be alone; I am grateful that I can go outside alone when I want to and no one will follow me as if we are on a soap opera; I am grateful that I can say, “I feel fucked up” and no one will squish me into oblivion and instead talk to me productively; I am grateful for the life I have now, even if it is hard sometimes.