Getting Used to Things

There are some people who never get used to things. People who never get used to the smell of animals, never get used to heat, cold, humidity, or altitude. They are often perfectly reasonable people that are willing to try new things. The even try to accept things. But sometimes it remains uncomfortable no matter how much they want it not to.

I am not one of those people. I adapt to living with or without animals in a matter of minutes. I adapt to country or city. I get used to weather so fast, I often don't even realize that I wasn't used to it in the first place. I adapt to altitude changes quickly (mostly because I don't work out). I can deal with long hair or short hair, shorts or pants, dressy or casual. I easily alter my schedule to accomodate random changes. I alter my living habits based on who I'm living with. I get used to kids.

Recently, I have even become used to being alone. It took a while, though. First I had to get used to being single, which is more difficult than one might think. I had to realize that I didn't have many other people to hang out with too. Being alone came soon after. It seems a little weird, to think of going to the beach or to dinner or to a movie or a museum and not thinking about who will be there with me. Not thinking of who I can invite. I automatically picture myself alone in these places. There is a sense of freedom that comes with it; with not having to compromise with another person. I can come and go when I want, eat what I want. I don't have to engage in conversation or keep someone interested. It's not as lonely as being single.

But there is still one thing I don't think I will ever get used to. I just can't get used to adoring someone who couldn't care less.