I had this almost fleeting thought the other day, as I was putting on my makeup in my makeup room. I looked over at my bed, and I thought about the last person that lived here. He lived here with his girlfriend. I thought to myself, "how in the heck did two people live here?" I mean, I love people, but I'd probably end up in an institution...or jail. (My apartment is 15x15 or something)
Then I thought to myself, "if I were married, I'd have to wake up next to someone everyday! And we'd have to share a bathroom, and a kitchen...and A BED!" For some reason, this idea stressed me out a lot. The level of invasion (aka sharing) of space sounds too intense to me.
Then I realized, it'll be okay when it's someone I don't mind spending a lot of time around. Someone who doesn't bother me when I spend hours on end with them. Someone like my best friend! So when I find my male [other] best friend, I'm sure all this stuff won't bother me.
