I have an apparent issue with being alone for prolonged (ie. longer than two hours) periods of time.
I am an attention deficit puppy. I bark, and whine and bite the carpet until you come and pick me up. Or, in reality, I sing (loudly) and make animal noises (even louder) and poke you until you talk to me or give me attention.
I can't cope with my own company because I bore and irritate the crap out of myself, because deep down the baseline, the foundation of my personality IS boring and irritating. Alongside, of course, and obvious flare for sarcasm, brilliant wit, beauty and heaps of modesty. Add to this an incessant need to clean and critique myself and invariably others, and you have the blueprint to me.
Which is how you come to my current situation:
Long periods of time results in the stalking of people I strongly dislike/ have done something I disapprove of- this could be anything from buying a ugly item of clothing, to turning out much better looking and successful than I have. (I should stress this staking is facebook stalking- actual stalking would involve an uneccessary expenditure of energy). The flat below think Battersea Dog and Cats home has come to visit, with Etta James and Adele, both who sound nothing like the albums, supervising, whilst practising for a concert in a time management scheme.
It involves me weeping, about my hair and it's terrible recent dye job, about my lack of common sense and the fact that I can't get off the deep sofa without rolling off and bruising myself EVERY TIME. All in a pristine Airwick scented apartment, with regimented and organised shelfs, with tins in alphabetic order.
I have been alone for 13 hours.
I have 24 hours to go.
