"It's not for me." I think that yes, we ARE allowed to say that. Like people in my apartment complex were having these tiny dinners where they seemed to invite only crazy people. You know, all the lonely single ladies over 60. Then i realized i may be alone, but im not lonely? And that the others are much busier socially than i am, so who is entertaining whom? And that i didnt want to listen to any of their egotistical stuff. Plus it was very hard on me to prepare my part of the potluck, and to break up my week to take the time to attend. So i stopped going.

Now, lately, as i have rid myself of such obligations, and my t, i am surprising myself with my newfound health and energy as i follow MY schedule inclinations. No more static-y demands in my head. If only i could have had this my whole life.