I Am The Walrus

If there is one thing about me that you should know and remember at all times, it is this — I VALUE SOLACE.      
    
There will be times when I crave for companionship, and I entrust myself to the company of my friends — my real friends, those who understand me, booze or no booze — and they never let me down.    
    
But most of the time, I prefer to be left alone. I reserve the right whether to return someone’s communication or not. I reserve the right to a few hours — even days — of anonymity before going back to my chaotic life of employee-slash-single mom-slash-breadwinner-slash-all around friend. Solace brings me back to my basic self. I don’t have to pretend to be someone I’m not. I don’t have to put on a face. I don’t have to choose my words. I don’t have to do anything against my will just because other people want me to. I can choose where to eat and when to eat. I can choose the movie I want to watch. I can choose the places I want to go.      
    
I am blessed — absolutely blessed — with friends from all of my social circles: from grade school, high school, college (one set from my Math days, another set from my Masscomm days), early GMA, and present GMA. And I would miss them from time to time, and I will reach out to them whenever I can, but then I have to go back to my life. Which I prefer living pretty much on my own.

And anyone who doesn’t understand that — who insists that I should be present in HER everyday life even if I have absolutely no real reason to be there — is no friend of mine.