So Sunday is The Simpsons. Monday is football, and sometimes pro wrestling. Tuesday is Veronica Mars, and Rescue Me when it's in season. Can't forget Dancing with the Stars. Wednesday? All about Lost. Thursday is relatively free. Friday, I have to admit that I have become attached to Avatar, the last Air bender. Saturday, more football. Sunday, repeat.
I talk to some of the other residents, and they tell me about their girlfriends, wives, children. They tell me about how wonderful it must be to be single. They have to take the kids to a doctor's appointment, or the wife wants a new car. They're shopping for a new place. Mothers-in-law.
The single life, right? What a dream. But for the most part, I watch a lot of bad television, cook, play around with my laptop and my digital cameras, and go to bed. It's a pretty boring life. I tried to get out and live a little. I was spending evenings in Starbucks, driving around to all sorts of local spots. I went to a lot of local sports events. A LOT. I was even going to some night spots and bars for a little while.
But when you're on your own, it's not exactly like there's a point. Sitting by yourself in Starbucks isn't really any different than sitting at home with a far cheaper cup of coffee. Going to see a baseball game has its own merits, but it's not like I'm meeting people. No matter where I go or what I'm doing, it's really not social. It's just being alone surrounded by a lot of people.
It's not that I'm so lonely. It's just that sometimes, I wish I had someone to talk to. Life feels a little empty without someone to share my life with in some way.