Life isn’t all that bad but you don’t laugh when you’re alone. You can try and entertain yourself, and often you might even like your own company but it’s stagnant. Nothing new is created and it all seems kind of dull. Same old shit, day in day out. It’s work more than anything. One, having to go there, and two, the moral grief I feel. I do love my weekends, I can have my night and it’s cosy in here, comfortable, easy. I dig it.

Company, good company is electric. All these thoughts you were just having in your head at home are suddenly sentences and conversations and interactions that put feeling to your thoughts. In your head thoughts fester and have no life but interaction brings your mind alive, the machine turns as conversations challenge you, make you laugh and can lead you into a new adventure. Alone you are in sleep mode, but every now again you need to restart. Ha, yes lame analogy, but it works. It is nice to lay low and be hide away in my den, but that is not all I want to experience. Not only do I think someone could make me happy, I think I could make them happy too.