Every friday and monday it seems to repeat itself: I get asked "what exciting plans do you have for the weekend" or "did you do anything fun in the weekend" and similar. I am always a bit baffled by the question - on weekends I mostly do my weekend things which usually includes doing dishes and laundry, spending alot of time with Linus, watering my plants (during winter its every sunday afternoon!), and reading or watching something that caught my interest, or being creative, or doing all at once.
Oh, admittedly I have periods where I do stuff every weekend in a row for weeks, even months, but these periods are always interspersed with 4-5 month periods where I don't see a human being during weekends unless I decide I need something at the supermarket or go for a walk. At least it seems to me that that is the way it goes.
What bothers me about the questions are:
- It seems to be socially expected of me to do stuff and if I don't I am strange, asocial or behaving like a granny. I get tired and feel bad at work all the following week if I don't get enough sleep staying out all night partying, not to mention that there's very few people I could imagine staying out all night socialising with (or all day for that sake).
- Why are people so interested in the exciting details of my life as a single anyway (I cannot recall getting so detailed questions when I had a live-in relationship!)? Bloody voyeurs! (I don't mean you Mike, you're ok.)
- I have actually started giving vague hints that I might hang out with some unspecified friend or go to some just as unspecified but rather boring party, just to get rid of the questioner. When I have no intention of any such thing and have in fact no knowledge of any party (boring or otherwise) where I would be welcome. If I tell the truth "I intend to stay at home" I usually get interrogated about why and told I really shouldn't. I dislike that. It is easier to just give the impression that yes, I do stuff. The bothering part of this is that I am letting myself get so close to lying just to fit into the norm, seem normal and not get my lifestyle questioned.
Stop bloody pretending, girl.
PS: I get jealous when people do stuff together but never ask me. One of the lesser reasons I never or rarely do stuff is that I don't like going places alone, it is boring. I want to go places with people too. And my raging jealousy bothers me too. I want to not care, to be above that.