Unophobia

I'll be leaving in about five hours. The beach is cloudy, so there will be non of that for me today. I went to the book store to (duh) buy some books. I think I'm beginning to undertand the weirdness of my addictions that are so strange, they don't even have names. I think I'll call it singularaphobia. Or unophobia. Or really just the fear of one. It's like that commercial that says you can't have just one. I really can't.

I can't go into a store and buy just one thing. It's impossible. I must have at least two. Or more. One is never enough. So of course, at the book store, I bought more than just one book. Way more. I am clearly out of control, as I made sure to tell the girl at the counter. I have plenty to read for a while.

I can't have just one. There is no solo in my life. Except for me, of course. Which would explain why I am always at least a little bit unhappy. I'm not made for singularity.

I can't have just one bite. One piece of candy. One movie, one drink, one swimsuit, one pair of glasses. I like the number two so much better.