Freedom
It seems that now that I am on my own this blog is living up to it's tag line a little more. Freedom seems to be more of a burden than anything else. Maybe because I am not giving myself enough time to properly be free? The apartment is lonely without the cats. My ex has his daughter so his life is better fulfilled without me and for the most part my friends are coupled, whether with significant others or siblings. So I jumped on Bumble because it seemed a like a better quality of guy than Tinder. Maybe I shouldn't have allowed myself that illusion. In the week that I have been on the app I have had two dates and two hook-ups. I think I might need to go back on my medication. I am not sure how healthy any of this has been. My first "date", and my favorite, was a hook-up that just led to me being ghosted. Or perhaps the guy was actually nice and tragically died after leaving my apartment. I might toy with different narratives that allow me to smooth over the ...