Hanging with myself

                                    

Being born into a small family [just one sibling] has overtime shaped my perception of companionship. It also has influenced my way of life…too much. Whenever I’m alone, I’m really not alone. In fact, there are times that when I'm with a number of people in a room, I would look forward to the time that they would leave so that I would be by myself.  Just me, with me.

I have become my best companion.

Lemme quickly add that I’m neither sad nor resentful. In fact, I am a very happy, people person. I just like to be by myself. Sometimes.

When I do get to be by myself, I can recall any memory I want to. It’s like hitting the search button on some fancy storage compartment in a computer. The only difference is that the thoughts or memories won’t come back in a systematically arranged manner like the computer would present it. I’m fine with whatever I get anyway. I gist, share jokes, and laugh with and at myself. Embarrassing moments provide the best humor at such times. The gist part? Check out this conversation:

Me: do you remember that day you were walking at the side of the road? You just dropped from a cab and you were going to take another one, and these two old men at the back of a fancy car pass by staring?

Still me: yea. Of course. Friggin’ pervs those guys! You want to check a lady out, do it honorably. Not make an entire 180 degrees with your neck like someone said “one, two, ready, STARE!!”

Me: gosh and they didn’t even wave or anything?

Still me: why would they wave? Did you want them to wave? Seriously, you wanted them to wave??

Me: why would they wave? That would just be weird. Then I would now do what? Wave back? Wave back and hand them a trophy for staring at my behind?

Still me: don’t be there acting like you didn’t enjoy the attention.

Me: what? Attention huh? Staring at my ass and I should be giggling and smiling? Yea right.

Still me: it’s not their fault it’s big? You know you don’t hate it.

Me: so it’s my fault. Yea? Abeg the thing is even too big and in-your-face sef. I don’t blame them for staring. Heck I don’t blame anybody for staring. And maybe I like the attention. Maybe.

Still me: of course you like the attention..

Me: i said maybe. When it’s done honorably.

Still me: how do you stare at a fine girl’s big ass honorably sef?

…and we both laugh. Me and myself that is.

I don’t tell anybody though. People are too quick to judge but so what? I can pull off a convo with myself. What can I say? I’m cool like that. :p
So I almost never get bored. Except I’m too lazy to think.

And yes, I can be lazy like that.

Quick question.. when you talk out loud to yourself about someone else, it’s not called gossip right? ‘coz I don’t gossip. I don’t roll like that. ;)