If you are a dreamer, come in.
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer . . .
If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire,
For we have some flax golden tales to spin.
Come in! (Shel Silverstein)
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us--don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog! (Emily Dickinson)
I'm mostly a homebody- going out walking with friends constitutes an outing for me. I'm usually quite content to spend hours puttering with my tea and books. I eat out perhaps a half-dozen times in a year, if friends or kin press. I go out to a movie perhaps once a year. I'm quite happy to spend an afternoon walking in the woods, or browsing through a museum- I just rarely think to do so on my own.
Life is pretty quiet- hopefully you're okay with that, or perhpas you could help me change that, at least in small ways?
The Berkshire hills
Also, the sheer oddness of the fact that I, and likely you reading this, are made of meat...
...You are willing to be the one to start the conversation