I sit here, by myself, at my computer. I’m watching videos (in this case ‘Arrow’) which has a very cute, very able young guy. In-and-of-itself that’s good. But what’s really good…I can have fun all by myself. I enjoy hanging with other people. But, really, I can enjoy myself.
I can talk to the video. I can make comments. And I can laugh. I feel like I’ve felt guilty for a long time about just wanting to be myself. That seems wrong. And I don’t want to be myself ALL the time. But a lot of the time? Yeah, I like it. In fact, I’d like more time by myself so I can do all the kinds of things I want to do. Or, at least, try the things I think I want to do.
So perhaps I don’t need purpose. I don’t need meaning. For right now, I just need to amuse myself. Enjoy myself.