Single(ish)

As I was biking down Western this afternoon, I found a way to completely enjoy the feeling of vulnerability within the traffic and the cold wind and the solitude. My alone time is saving me. I read and watch TV and write music and cook and study, and most of what I do just comes and goes without me ever reporting the details to anyone. Maybe that's the most significant part of being single- at the end of the day, nobody really cares that I read three chapters of my musicology text book or that I got lost on the way to feed my friend's cat or that I dropped a glass container of juice at the store and it made a huge embarrassing sound and mess. And as single life rolls on, I'm starting to love keeping my mundane secrets to myself. But then sometimes I try to convince the people that surround me that my boring shit is important. It's not.