Well, that’s depressing. That was my boyfriend words when I told him that I am going to the beach alone. I asked him why and he told me because you going to be alone. “Poor me”, all alone.
“Poor me”, all alone.
It is not depressing, it would be if I stayed home and done nothing. I always stay home on my days off, now that’s depressing. I don’t want to wait for someone to have an epiphany and come with me. I independent person that can do stuff alone. I love me time, I love it so much that I prefer my own company more.
Being in my comfort zone is easy, getting out and do the things you talk about is difficult. I don’t want to be a wannabe artist or wannabe adventurer I just want to do them.
Going after my wants and my dreams are not depressing, even if my dream for my day off is to have a swim in the sea for the first time in this summer.
What do you think?
Is it depressing doing things for yourself? ( even if you have no one to come with you or do it with you?