Roommate Wanted

I was not meant to be alone.

I don’t know about you, about the rest of humanity, but I feel, deep in my soul, that I wasn’t made to be singular.

I was made to connect with people, to care about people, to care for people.

I can’t sleep in a room alone without nightmares.

I can’t make food without making enough for two.

I can’t keep all the funny things and poignant things I notice go unnoticed by someone else.

I’m always reaching out

With hands spread wide open begging for someone to grab on.

Someone to share this human experience with.

And it’s not always romantic, not always something sexual

But it is always there.

The need to have a companion,

The need to share.

I think that’s why I’m a blogger, a social networker.

Because I can’t stand the idea of being completely alone.

And I know theres people out there who adore being alone.

People who would just as soon sit on their own

As sit with their friends.

But that guy, you know the one who went out to Alaska and died?

The Super Tramp?

Well he realized it a little too late.

That we are only whole when we share our happiness.

I know I am.

So this singular life.

This single bed in a single room in a single household wasn’t meant for me.

I need laughter and talking that isn’t my own.

I need someone in the bed across from me.

Someone who will call me out on my shit

Someone who will tell me when I’m being clever

Someone who will talk to me when I’m just plain freaking out.

So I know I’m not supposed to be alone.

And I know at some point I will get married.

But that time isn’t here, and neither is that man.

So I’ll post this.

Roommate Wanted.