a loner in chicago

[chicagoloner-blog]

I’ve been a loner for a long time. I used to call it “me” time. I suppose that’s what it is, but now it’s to the point where I am able to spend days only with “me” time but a maximum of a few days with other people. 

Chicago is this big and bright and beautiful city, so why don’t I take advantage of that?

This morning I woke up, alone, in my boyfriend’s bed. He’s gone right now, he has been gone for weeks. I used to worry about being apart, but now I enjoy our time having our own adventures. I’ve been awake for two hours. Two hours of silence.

Except for getting coffee. I’ll write about that tomorrow.

[chicagoloner-blog]

I am the Chicago Loner. You see, out of the millions of tumblr users across the world, nobody even thought to choose chicagoloner as their username. I suppose that’s not really groundbreaking or whatever, but I think that means something, that two complete words that apparently describe millions of people have not yet been taken for a sad loner url.

It’s not that I don’t like people. I think people are great. It’s just that I consistently feel the need to be alone. I like being alone. 

This is my shot at showing how average a loner’s life is. I don’t write beautiful poetry or create some sort of art that will eventually go viral. This is just me. The Chicago Loner.