|On a walk two Sundays ago where I saw 2-coworkers & 4 college friends.|
I live in a very popular enclave of Portland where many people just like me live. The 'just like me' refer to the Kidless, 40-hour-a-week working blokes who need coffee shops they can always reach on foot (I live on top of one) in the morning; a gym they can saunter to in the afternoon and a nightlife they can seize without calling a cab or driving. That's where I live: a bustling hybrid community of small-town neighborhood meets Downtown Swag meets Bars/Shops/Eateries. It's great: save for one little caveat.
I can't go anywhere without knowing someone. Anywhere. This is inherently my fault due to my whole 'growing up here' thing- but sometimes (at the risk of sounding anti-social): I just don't want to see anyone I know. Anyone. Nada. Zip.
Not because I don't like to talk to people or say a friendly 'hello' to acquaintances in my life, or due to the fact that I don't have interest in what Jane Doe from my Sorority is doing now...no, no, no...: it's just that sometimes I want the quiet. I want the time with my thoughts. I want to diffuse my bad day with a walk and not have to play the "I'm great! How are you?" game when really, I'm feeling low. I want to not answer 20 questions about my career or stop mid-jog to meet my 9th-grade friend's boyfriend. Or be interrupted in the middle of my pub/window seat/crossword puzzle/Wheat Ale time so I can discuss the weather (that is my post-workout 'me' time).
Not always, but sometimes- just sometimes- I'd rather just not know anyone, just for a moment.
Any other still in their hometown'ers feel this way?
Misery loves company so pipe up.