Meant to be

I think some people are meant to be alone. I think some people are just predestined, or predisposed to live their life without a "second half", in fact, in continuing my argument, I would say something people don't have a "second half". While most people frantically run away from silence, there are the few that flock towards it. I think some people view loneliness the way they view gravity; inconvenient at times, but otherwise familiar, inescapable, and easy enough to reconcile with. In some instances I think singleness is a life choice, in other instances, I would equate it with greatness, in that sometimes people simply have it thrust upon them. Regardless, it seems very apparent that certain individuals have the innate ability to thrive in solitude, function independently for extensive periods of time, and to live in harmony with loneliness. In other words, I think some people are meant to be alone, (and as much as I feel like I just wrote an autobiography), I just don't want to be one of them.

Almost that Time of Year

A cool winter wind blew in today. The familiar sensation of a constant chill returned to my body. The chronic numbness that is never eleviated from my finger and toes has spread through my limbs to my core. In the continued absence of another person who's body heat I could frequently steal, I have resorted once again to other methods of achieving a state of warmth.

Knee socks, over sized sweater and lots of layers have become my new style staples. The whole ensemble is humorous not only because I resemble a morbidly obese soccer player, but also because I am out of place even in my own bedroom which displays a mural of a scene with a perpetually warm climate.

However, as winter rolls in this year, I feel I have taken several appropriate steps to establish coping mechanisms. Every time I take a shower, the water gets incrementally hotter. By the time my thermometer greets the negatives, and a pile of snow replaces my pile of leaves, i should be able to withstand scalding temperatures of water. Therefore I should be able to warm myself all the more quickly, as achieving a normal body temperature often feels like a matter of life or death in the miserable months of Dec-Feb. Another skill I am practicing is the use of a keyboard while wearing mittens. Don't misunderstand me, I mean mittens, not gloves. With my fingers which are icy even in the warmest summer's day, it is imperative to take action in the winter to avoid frostbite, even indoors. The necessity of wearing mittens while typing has caused me to spend more time with spellcheck, however I shudder (literally) at the alternative. Also- the bears have it right; hibernation is the way to go. Power naps are great, but five hours spent in a comatose state midday really helps to break up those long winter days. Its so dark all the time anyways.

The must-have item this winter- a heated blanket. I turn it on for 15 minutes before bed, and then i don't have to waste time securing myself in a cocoon in which there is zero airflow, and I still shiver. No need to iron the sheets or use those awkward smelling heated beanbags.
This winter, my warmth will take precedence over everything else.

Counting down the days until my body thaws.