These past couple of weeks have been a great time of relaxation for me as my job has allowed me to have them off. Or, I believe, more accurately, there hasn’t been any work scheduled to do. So I’ve had loads of time to myself, the kind of time I haven’t had since I was in high school, and I’m not so convinced that not having to work is the holy grail that people think it is.
The first week was really nice, but this week is starting to overstay its welcome. Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve had all of this time off, but haven’t had anything to do, or anyone to do it with that’s getting to me. I used to see myself as a loner, someone who didn’t need any friends or contact to be happy, but now I can’t stand being alone with myself.
