The Show that everyone thought was stupid at first and only watched for the hot guys and then somehow developed into a super well written plot line full of suspense, death, mystery, horror, and thought provoking questions. All the while having a strong female cast, a POC main character, positive reactions to gay relationships/sexual fluidity, a smart AND beautiful main character girl, and a bunch of really fucking terrifying monsters that actually follow somewhat historical mythological accuracy. BOOM. I love this show.
I’ve been spending a fair share of my time alone these days, when I am not at work of course, and I’ve come to one fascinating conclusion.
A lot of people around me need solitude and silence. Alone time to their thoughts. I don’t like that. At all.
Not one little bit.
I’m perpetually lonely and unmotivated because I have no one else around me to muse me, to spark and remind me to do things besides get up, go to work, brush my teeth. Normal human things.
I have enough personal motivation to do those sorts of activities.
I exercise everyday. I eat three meals a day. I drink a cup of coffee in the morning. I walk my dogs. Read the news. Get vitamin D.
I don’t write my soul, listen to the notes of music fall apart in my ears, find magnificent in the universe around me.
I am truly an extrovert. To the T. And I don’t meant this in the way that I need constant noise and chaos and motion because I do like silence and peace. I just need humanity around me. I get my groove back by being around others. Even if I am not interacting with them, I need them near me, always. I feel my soul come back when I have those around me.
Food for self thoughts.
I am happiest when my family is around but I don’t really have to talk to them, you know…I am sitting on the coach reading. Emily is downstairs watching TV. I can hear Sophia kicking a soccer ball in the backyard. The dogs wrestling. My parents conversing quietly. I like those days. I miss that.