Don’t Ask Me Why I’m Single

Long story short: I’m weird.

Photo by Brandi Redd via Unsplash

Joni Mitchell’s Clouds is spinning on the turntable. My house is empty. I’m sitting on the floor of my living room. A glass of good Napa Valley Petite Sirah sits at my side. The lights are off. My computer is in my lap. It’s Thursday night.

This is what I do. There’s no line of people outside my door wanting to join me in it. It’s a byproduct…