Search term used by someone to find this blog last week: “misanthropic and single”.
I *own* being misanthropic – I freely admit that I hate people and prefer the company of my dogs and cats. But single? I was never good at it and spent waaayyyy too much time in bad realtionships to avoid it.
Now, of course, my lovely Dr. wife is the most important thing in my life (we just passed the 10 year mark this week, and it’s better now then it was the first year) and without her I’m pretty sure I am borderline functional at best and more likely a disaster waiting to happen.