I have a crazy Scottish family (friendly hillbillies) in a small town a few hours away which I try to see on occasion - mostly holidays. My friends are good - I feel the love.
My work makes me happy - generally. Although sometimes I wonder if I'm doing the right thing. One time I went to Thailand and almost didn't come back - I met all these folks from around the globe living in grass huts on the beach. They taught snorkeling to fat Europeans; read Tarot cards and glued shells onto decorative boxes - it seemed very idyllic. I thought for a minute I would maybe stay and braid tourists' hair - possible learn how to weave hemp hammocks. But after several weeks I realized I was hanging with a bunch of delusional drug addicts - all like myself running from reality. I still keep in touch with some of them.
I want to do more but lack discipline - should write more, travel more, clean my place more, and maybe get a dog. I'm working on it.
If you are single and not into polyamory or any kind of bizarre multi-lover cult.
If you want to be friends (who occasionally make-out)
I'm also kind of looking for a boyfriend - there I said it! (corny?)