h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

That is, I think, what is most important. Not the how or what or where or why but the who. As a shy introvert it is particularly depressing to know that that most difficult nerve-wracking of tasks, the act of cultivating a relationship with another person, is that which brings the most happiness. But there's no denying it.

It's there in everything. I was watching the Oscars earlier. And my mind drifted to what it would be like to accept one. And the thoughts were not of what category or when or how (or how unlikely a scenario even) but who would be there to share the moment. If there was no particular special person, then the whole thing would hold little meaning for me.

And so it goes with most things in life, even the normal mundane ones.

The meaning is in the "who", the people around.

I think you're right.

I know that I was single for six years and I had everything. A house, a great job, a cat, nightlife, plenty of male attention without any requirements, friends, parties, a fit look, good clothes, enough money to play around.... and then I met Andy.

Now I'm walking away from all of it. ALL of it. Because without him it's no good. Without him, it all looks dull and lifeless to me.

It's amazing how that happens. I was more than content, I was actively happy with my life.... WHAMMO! Suddenly not. It's very very strange.

Dull and lifeless, yeah, that about covers it. The difference for me is that I didn't go through any stage of feeling quite alright without anyone, apart from when I was young enough not to care, eh, even up to maybe about 10 years ago.

Up to a point I'm perfectly happy being a loner. Up to a point.

Sometimes I think I could get by with one really good friend, just one, even in a ridiculous extreme of isolation from everything else. But I don't think I could ever meet that standard for someone else even if there's anyone else that would ever feel like that. Even to admit these things ought to be enough to scare everyone away.

*hugs Greg*

I'm not scared of you.

I know it's not what you want....but it might be something.

*hugs Greg more*

Awww. Thanks. *feels a bit better*

I'm not scared of you either.

*hugs greg with gusto*

Oh, let me introduce my invisible friend, Gusto.

Nah, Gusto's over here: http://www.h2g2.com/U271

*runs back in*

"With whom I share things"

*runs out before anyone can get mad*

Don't you play pedant with me. I'm well aware of the grammar. Or the supposed grammar, anyway. Not ending with a preposition is bs.

Depends on which rules you're playing with.

What are the rules then?

They're...uh...good question there. Dunno.