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I have several places I go to get away...not too far...just certain places in the Chicago 'burbs that for one reason or another I go to so I can get away from the city. I guess you could call them routines or rituals. Tonight, I went out to dinner with one of my best friends at one of my "secret" places. Now I can't help but think that my "secret" was broken and it is not as special now. It is not my friend or anything she did, I am just very private and I like having certain things to myself. It is also why I like to shop alone. I love being alone. I am my own best company. Is this stupid? Selfish?
Tomorrow is going to be a "by myself" day. She wants to come along, but as much as I adore and value her friendship, I need to be alone.
Is there something wrong with me?
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