I have always needed people. Not in a "let's get married and shack up way", though I don't know where my two former marriages fit in this scheme. It just seems I'm at my best when people are around.

If I live alone, I tend to get lax about routine. I don't exercise as often as I should. I neglect the rituals that would improve my life, like eating breakfast at my own table, taking my vitamins, and having a day that is just for fun.

(At work, it's opposite - often, to get anything done, I have to wait until the building is quiet. The energy is completely different and somehow conducive to actual thought.)

I would be lying if I said I don't like having a man around. I sure do. I like cooking, spooning, watching a movie, adult activity, and breakfast. But I don't need it every day. No matter what my hormones conspire to tell me!

But having people around somehow spurs me to action. I keep better track of what needs to be done. I have motivation that I otherwise don't have. I can't explain it.

Not sure what I'm looking at, going for, in this entry. Universe, help me out, here.